I confess I am a bigot. I don't like chains (though some do a very good job), I don't like the gentrified to death Southport corridor (though there are nice shops, restaurants, and people to be found there), and I am somewhat dubious about haut bourgeois Viennese culture, since the Anschluss an' all.
That said, I decided, spontaneously, to celebrate the first recorded arrival of my son to kindergarten on time, by dropping in to Julius Meinl and treating myself to breakfast.
I've been there once or twice before and found it pleasant enough, but this time I was completely disarmed and won over.
I willed myself to screen out the Banana Republicans with the $300 "barn" jackets and $1000 strollers around me, and settled into an obscure table.
A waitress arrived almost immediately (though the joint was jumpin') and her demeanor was of a warmth so genuine that I began to have, if not exactly impure thoughts, certainly impractical ones.
I ordered the baked eggs with spinach, mushrooms, and feta. I can't say enough about how satisfying this turned out to be. The spinach appeared to be absolutely fresh, the thinly sliced mushrooms were plentiful, and, perhaps because the dish was baked, not sauteed, they really imparted a deep earthiness to the dish, despite not being wild, or even brown so far as I could tell. The whole thing was bound by the balanced creaminess/tartness of the layer of feta on top. (Prosciutto is optional, and next time I will try it.) Even teh toast was both perfectly golden, and actually hot when the dish came out.
I'm a big fan of the traditional greasy fried breakfast, either the skillet variety, or off the griddle. But the absence of grease in this baked dish really seemed to allow it to have more flavor as well as feeling pretty healthy.
And it's $6.50! A mediocre omelet at a faux diner is $8-$9 nowadays.
The coffee was, of course, very good and served in that appealingly generous cup, with the little chocolate square and pitcher of cream.
I refilled my coffee and had a small berry tart for dessert.
Everything worked: from the pleasantness of the physical space, to the friendly and thoroughly professional service to the presentations and the flavors of everything I ate.
On top of that, my bill was about $15. Now as much as I love my greasy spoons (A&T, Augie's, Sherman Snack Shop, Cambridge House of sainted memory, etc.), my breakfast there also tends to be about $15, and the coffee is no good, there's no Viennese pastry, and it costs me a couple of weeks off my probable lifespan.
If there were any demerits attached to my visit, it would be that the butter served in the plastic food service single serving with the tear-away foil top detracted from the elegance of everything around it, and that the waitress did call me "sir" in a way that made me feel even more middle aged than usual. Then I reflected that I
am even more middle aged, with every passing second.
All in all, this was superior both to most tranditional breakfast places in both value, taste and atmosphere, but also to coffee houses where however good the drink, service is invariably iffy, and the scones, etc. are just passable.
This is hardly a discovery, but I'm a convert.
In a possibly interesting side note: I had walked by Southport Kitchen on the way over to J.M., having heard a lot about it. I stopped to read over the menu in the window and was thinking about going in when i noticed that in the several minutes it had taken me to peruse it, I had not seen a single wait-person visit a table, or even visibly on the floor. No plates of food, water or coffee refills, checks dropped --- zilch. This may have been just a statistical anomaly and every table there was in fine shape, but it made me think twice, and move on.
And on the subject of service, don't even get me started on my recent visit to Samuel's to pick up some bagels. Oy.
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mrbarolo on December 22nd, 2006, 12:16 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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