Murray W.
Yelp
What's a group of guys to do when they're hungover in St. John's after a few solid nights of pre-wedding drinking? Well first of all you sleep in until 11am. But after you finally get yourself together and wash off the smell of alcohol and shame, you regroup and head to the Bagel Cafe.
Conveniently located on Duckworth St, Bagel Cafe is centrally located and a hop skip and a step from the heart of downtown, but has easier parking than Water Street and the street as a whole has its own interesting offerings of restaurants and shops. When we all arrived we had a slight wait for tables since there were several of us, but it just gave us all the more time to (a) recover some of our wits before interacting with other members of society and (b) take in the very Newfieclectic decor of the restaurant. With wooden booths that lent a homey feel, to the nick nacks covering the walls and the various nooks and crannies of the place, it was a lot for the eyes to take in, but not in a garish way like say Jungle Jim's.
We had a couple tables pushed together for us upstairs and were promptly seen to by a friendly and patient waitress. We got some drinks to rehydrate and/or caffeinate us while we perused their very large menu. The breakfast menu alone had sections for waffles, pancakes, big breakfasts, omelettes, quesadillas (...yeah, I know) and potato bakes, which are the equivalent of skillet meals on Smitty's menu. Extra kudos to BC for having this bad boy breakfast menu available all day! The words "all day breakfast" are like an angelic chorus' calorie-filled song to me, drawing me into their golden brown, deep fried gates. There's also a very noticeable Newfoundlander slant to the menu as well, which adds a nice flare to the menu beyond your typical breakfast fare. There are plenty of breakfast dishes with baked beans, bologna, Cheez Whiz (tm), various forms of fish, and something I'd never heard of before - toutons. As I would find out at another restaurant, these are lumps of fried dough, basically a doughnut without any glaze, filling, or hole in the middle. A couple other interesting side notes about the menu are that you can make any order of hashbrowns a poutine for $2.99 (breakfast poutine?!?! *Mind and heart explode*) and they have no shame in serving you a bottle of Aunt Jemima if you order pancakes or waffles. Real maple syrup? Pfffft.
I wasn't feeling particularly adventurous that morning (or was it afternoon at this point?) so I stuck with the big breakfasts section of the menu and quickly decided upon "The Weekender" which comes with three eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns and toast. Once we all got our orders in, it seemed like we didn't have to wait too long given the size of our group and how busy the restaurant as a whole was. Respect. Wanting some rich, runny yolks on my eggs I had gotten them sunny side up and while they're cooked to what I would classify as medium, there's still plenty of delicious yolk for dipping my toast in. Little packets of Kraft jam will forever be ignored by me when I have the option of eggs to serve as my condiment instead. The sausage sticks out from the plate as it's readily apparent that it isn't your typical small breakfast sausage link, this thing is a full sized sausage; while it has a good flavour, it could use some more of whatever the magical combination of seasonings are in regular breakfast sausages. The bacon is crispy and bacon-tastic as ever, and I even lucked into a friend's bacon when he was too full to eat it. Yes, believe it or not, that apparently happens to people. Not me, but people. My only gripe about the meal, and this applies to nearly every restaurant that serves breakfast, a glass of OJ does not cost the same or more than a 2L carton does in the store. Cut it out.
All in all, it was a very solid breakfast and hit the spot in the way that spot needed to be hit. If I'm back in town and looking for breakfast grub, you'll find me here exploring more of the menu.