Jeremy M.
Yelp
If you've ever wondered what it feels like to be hugged from the inside by a Southern grandma you never had, Toasted is the place to find out.
We started our spiritual journey with an Arnold Palmer that was so perfectly balanced, I suspect a zen master brewed it while meditating on a citrus grove. Sweet, tart, refreshing, I could live on this stuff.
Then came the chicken fried steak. Wow. I'm not saying I cried, but I wanted to lift the plate to the heavens with the opening theme song of Halo playing loudly (think monk chants if you aren't familiar). The gravy? Silky, savory, and generously poured, like it had something to prove. The batter was light and crispy, my mouth celebrated every gravy drenched bite. The hash browns were golden and crispy like they'd been kissed by the sun, and my two over-easy eggs were absolutely perfect, firm whites with runny yolks making a mad dash across my plate.
Meanwhile, my friend ordered the chorizo chilaquiles, and from the way they were moaning across the table, I briefly considered calling HR. Or was that him? Who knows...Spicy, crunchy, balanced; basically a flavor mosh pit in the best way.
The vibe is chill, the service is friendly, and the food? Divine. I left full, happy, and considering legally changing my last name to "Gravy."
Come here for the food, but stay for the...well...food. Yeah, it was THAT good.