Motto

Never work before breakfast; if you have to work before breakfast, get your breakfast first.

--Josh Billings (1818-1885)

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Gave 'Em a Shot at a Perfect Score

This morning, Debbie and I went out to breakfast at  Eggshells Cafe, and I decided to give them a shot at a perfect score since they didn't score very well with the Country Benedict last time I was there.  Everything just seemed right.  That Shelby wasn't with us was the only obvious impediment to perfection.  I finished mowing the lawn in the early morning, took a shower, and avoided work by taking my wife out for breakfast.  Even though the sky was threatening rain, we decided to sit outside at a hightop table, something Debbie usually doesn't prefer.  She's short, so her feet often don't reach the rungs on the chair.  She was fine.  I should have taken that for the omen it was, but I just didn't.

Now, if you were to read my other blog 100 in 365, you'd know that I'm 25 days into trying to lose 100 lbs. in 365 days.  Doing pretty well, too.  Down about 8 lbs, but my butt's girthy, and I had to wedge it between the arms of the chair.  That lasted about 45 seconds until I wiggled out of the trap and perched on the edge of my seat.  For a moment, I thought I was going to have to chew off one of the arms of the chair to get out, but I realized that was a gymnastic impossibility for me.  People who have 100 lbs. or so to lose, and there are a lot of us, know exactly what I'm talking about.  When I pulled the chair out to sit in it, I realized it was made of aluminum and weighed about the same as a lawnchair.  Lawnchairs have tried valiantly to support my girth for many summers, but few have been up to the challenge.

A couple of summers ago, I sat in a very sturdy lawnchair, but it had narrow tubing for legs and feet only about the circumference of a quarter.  When I first sat down and put my beer on the ground, I thought, This chair's too high; I can't reach my beer.  Awhile and a beer or two later, I realized that my beer was getting easier and easier to reach.  At the end of the party, when I tried to pick up my chair to put it on the porch, I realized that I'd driven it into the ground a good three inches.  That chair's probably still there like the sword in the stone.

I need to be careful about what I eat, but one of my goals is to eat better.  To me, that means good food, not just dirt vegetables.  For breakfast, I decided to eat simply, chew a lot, cut back on the sugar in my coffee, and wash it down with water--a short stack of buttermilk pancakes, a side order of bacon, coffee with skimmed milk, and water.  Of course, there was butter and syrup, but I was able to forego the powdered sugar.  I'll get back to the butter in a second.

Sitting outside, talking to my lovely wife, the scent of rain, a fresh-mowed lawn at home, coffee--sounds good to me.  My pancakes appeared to be cooked in the bacon fat from my side order.  You'd think I'd love that, and I should, but when I asked for butter, something I shouldn't have had to do, there was--well--something on the edge of it inside the little cup.  My wife told me it was just some residual bacon grease from the spatula, and I tried to make myself okay with that.  If I had done it at my house, that's the part I would've eaten first, but something about it didn't strike me as right.

Eggshells' Pancakes
So, here's how I'm scoring my breakfast:  The pancakes were hot and good and only $3.25.  You can see how good this could get, but I've got to add some penalty pennies--100 of them for the seat.  My butt still hurts after only 45 seconds of exposure.  Well, exposure to the seat, anyway.  Twenty-five for making me ask for butter and another 25 for the bacon fat enhancement on the side and another 25 for my bacon being all stuck together.  Stuck together bacon wouldn't be a problem for me at all if I were making it myself at home, but this bacon cost me more than my pancakes.  Separate the bacon slices.

Bottom line:  $3.25 + 1.00 + 25 + 25 +25 = $5.00  All things considered, a very good score.  It wouldn't take much to hit the sweet spot with this spot.

By the way, I want to like this place.  The owners seem to have their heads in the right spot.  I wish them the very best in their endeavor to keep this place up and running.  It's very popular.  Try the donuts!

Scoring Guide

The best score a breakfast can receive is, of course, The Perfect $4.00. A base score is determined by the cost of the entree. That score could rise if the other factors that contribute to breakfast (service, atmosphere, and food quality, for example) warrant a penalty, scored in penalty pennies. The worst score a breakfast can receive is $10.00.

Theoretically, a breakfast could score better than a $4.00 if we walked in, were given the best seat in the place, got called by our names, were served pancakes, two eggs, bacon or sausage, and hash browns for $3.95 with great coffee or ice cold juice. But, if that happens, we won't tell a soul about it because we don't want a horde of other cheapskates messing up the place.

Let's say that Shelby ordered a plain Belgian waffle, a side order of bacon, and orange juice. Since the waffle cost $5.25 and the bacon and orange juice were sides, the breakfast's base score begins at $5.25, and Shelby could opt to begin the score at $5.00 if the conditions warranted it. If the service were bad, then Shelby might add a quarter penalty. If the seats were uncomfortable, he might add a dime, and if his syrup had that icky film on the top, he might add a nickel, resulting in a final score of $5.65. I have to say that $5.65 is a very respectable score.

Let us know how well the scoring guide works for you.