Christina D.
Yelp
Every time I have planned to pop into Sprinkles, I've always been derailed by something. So today I finally let my curiosity get the better of me, and now I'm mad. Mad that I kept getting derailed, because I should have come here sooner.
It's a spring Saturday, right at midday, and one of my pals was meeting me for what originally was going to be getting snackage. That was before we bumped up our playdate by a few hours, as today they're closing early for a private event. We probably should have come earlier yet, though my friends like to sleep in on their days off. It does mean the selection was a smidgen less bountiful as they bake for the projected needs of the day to ensure everything is fresh.
We parked her bike at one of the racks outside, which is welcome as she usually has to tether to a street sign. They also have tables for outdoor seating, although they are bare of seasoning and napkins (which makes sense as they're offered right inside). The closest trash can is also inside, or up the street.
We opened the heavy door to be hit with the smell of delicacies. It's also a feast for your eyes, the walls covered in hand drawn decor (which I assume was from the kids station by the window) and trinkets like earrings, cups and crochet stuffies for sale. Immediately we were greeted by a sweet duo that seemed to be well versed in customer interaction. We ogled the sandwich menu, which you can customize to fit your dietary restrictions and the display cases. I had asked about quiche size, which is equivalent to those mini pies you get at the grocer. They were down to one flavor, so instead I opted for the egg and cheese on a biscuit. They accept cash, the whopping four dollars it cost me. Considering the quality, it felt like a steal.
I've eaten many restaurant eggs in my day, and this is higher on my happy list. This one came as a round disc, with a lovely little crust on its top before reaching the creamy inner yolk. It was bottomed by a slice of cheese, or topped, as I may have flipped it in the foil while marveling its beauty. The biscuit was gently buttered with a slight crumble. Sturdy enough to hold the egg and loose enough to melt in my mouth. I ate the top on its own, followed by the open face egg sandy and both ways are enjoyable.
My pal ordered an iced mocha that was pleasantly bitter in a plastic sippy cup. We were surprised that it was hatted with a mini sugar cookie complete with the namesake sprinkles. Cute and yummy.
Together with her breakfast plate it came to around 13 dollars and took under 10 minutes to get. Her toast triangles were crispy on the outside with a fluffy interior, perfectly browned. She agreed to onion and pepper in her roasted potatoes. She would have preferred them slightly more seasoned, like how her egg was visibly speckled. It was sunny with a white skirt holding an unpoked yolk as she did not trust herself to not get it all over. It was accompanied by two sausage patties, filling her up.
We were surprised that someone came to collect our plates and silverware for us. They truly seem to care for their clients and their craft. It's a place I'd actually want to eat in at instead of taking it to go, even possibly grabbing a book from their little library to enjoy a solo brekkie while all my friends sleep in. As if I'd let them sleep on this gem.
