The last few times I drove up and down our big and busy road that leads to both the WalMart and BJs and the car wash with a turbo-level vacuum strong enough to hoover Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle’s excess coat at the peak of shedding season, I noticed that yet another establishment had taken over the once-hallowed hut that once housed favored breakfast joint PardZee’s.
So when my dear wife Karen declared a trip to buy some stuff that fell miles from the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood was necessary at the tail end of the Independence Day weekend and added that a morning meal out would also be a nice spousal pleasure, I brought up this location.
I liked the Breakfast Served All Day aspect of the big sign, considering that the weekends are the time my dear wife catches up on that sleep her job at SMG robs from her Monday through Fridays, and I’m not going to wake her to run any trip out that doesn’t involve something more serious than eggs. You know, money coming in or money already spent or family or special friends you can’t meet at any other time …
The front entrance looked spruced up, too, always a good sign.
Karen spotted an insignia parked to the side and decided we should walk over there with my iPhone 6 because my suggestion that we catch it after we ate would more likely translate to: Oh, honey, I forget to shoot …
I thought that a trailer to bring the cooking on the road was another good sign that we’d like what we’d find inside The Hen House.
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We entered through a small foyer, and then waited to be seated as instructed. The joint was crowded, with three waitresses scurrying to serve a dozen or so tables. One assured us that she’d clear and set up a spot for us, and we stood patiently for five or so minutes.
Karen took the booth side and I sat on a chair at a table that could have fit four.
We each ordered coffee and water, and the waitress brought them as we looked over our menus: a page-and-a-half for breakfast up front, half-page for lunch bottom right, more sandwiches and heavier fare when you flipped inside.
I thought about an omelette — misspelled on the menu, Karen pointed out — but wanted more. I was disappointed that they didn’t offer an egg-meat-pancake combo special.
Karen said she was attracted to the French toast, listed as Texas French Toast, with strawberries, with a side of bacon.
Our waitress took my dear wife’s order just like that, and I went with three eggs over easy, hold the potatoes, bacon as the meat, wheat toast. I asked if they served sugar-free syrup, and when she answered yes, I wondered if there was a short stack of pancakes not to be found anywhere on the menu that I could order as a side. She agreeably showed me the size of a pancake, and asked if I’d like one instead of the usual order of two. We had a deal.
When the waitress arrived with our plates, she had to ask with her eyes which order went where. And I had to remind her I’d requested sugar-free syrup.
We dug in. It was after 11 a.m., and breakfast served all day was a very good idea.
And this was a very good breakfast, both sides of our table.
Karen gave two thumbs up to her French Toast, thick style, and agreed when I commented that it looked a whole lot like a waffle.
We both loved the thick-cut bacon slices, comparing it to the crispy, heavenly strips of pork we’d savored in June at The Pancake Man in Cape Cod. Those still win, but these are the best we’ve had in Syracuse in a good while.
My eggs were hot, and the yolk was over easy, just runny enough for me to sop up with my toast.
The pancake was large enough for one to do the trick as part of a combo. It was light and fluffy and tasty. Hey, Hen management, might you not want to add a combo to your menu?
The bill came to $22. I was happy to see that the waitress had halved the price of the pancake stack.
We don’t go out to breakfast that much these days, but I’d say we’ll be back to The Hen House the next time we’re in the mood.
What’s your favorite way to order eggs? Do you look for the big breakfast combo sometimes, and if so, what is your order? How do you like your bacon cooked?