3839 Germantown Pike, Evansburg, PA 19426
In our neverending quest to find a good place for breakfast on the weekend, we finally were able to go here. I say finally, because we had had two aborted attempts to eat breakfast when there was not a free space in the parking lot.
This, to us, boded well.
Not so much.
The atmosphere is basic — nothing horrible, but nothing attractive; the TV blaring Saturday morning cartoons is a nice touch, if you like that sort of thing — the busgirl seemed to while I waited for coffee. Otherwise, the service was fine — generally attentive, and our orders were correct.
Rick had scrambled eggs, turkey sausage, and potatoes, which were strangely sweet; I think we finally agreed that they had drenched the poor things in Old Bay, which didn’t really result in anything I’d want to have again. I had the two-two-two, which were two decent but strangely glossy pancakes, two scrambled eggs, one piece of nice sausage, and two strips of bacon that were burnt and would have still tasted strange were they cooked properly. Deeg’s is apparently not so good with math, and only barely better with cooking: apparently I’m missing something because that full parking lot we encountered on previous occasions means someone thinks Deeg’s is something special, even if I don’t agree.
Majolica (Once More)
7.Apr.09
As noted in a recent post, Majolica closed and then re-opened with a new concept–slightly more casual, slightly less expensive, but still featuring quality, local, seasonal ingredients and a certain French flair. We decided to support the return/re-birth and went with friend Sara to celebrate her birthday. It was a Wednesday night, so the place was relatively empty, but did business did pick up as the night went on, thankfully.
To start, Sara had the beet salad, Rick a few oysters, and I had the soup, which that night was a cream of cauliflower; we all enjoyed our dishes quite a bit. Indeed, I was slightly overjoyed by mine — creamy without being heavy, certainly filled with cauliflower goodness, but with nice spices to complement but not overpower the vegetable. I also ordered a side of frites for the table, because, well, one must, really. They were delicious and took me back to my summer in Belgium; ok, not really, but they were very good — crispy enough, but plenty of potato taste and not greasy.
For the entree, Sara had the sweet potato agnolotti (little ravioli) with black trumpet mushrooms and sage; surprised at first that the sweet potato was the filling not the main ingredient of the pasta itself, she was still very pleased with the dish. I had a bite and also found it tasty. Rick had the Atlantic Skatewing with peas and bacon and devoured it; it’s a darn ugly creature, but darn tasty here. After much deliberation, I decided on the milk-fed pork, and was very glad I did. Wonderfully cooked, the meat was tender and flavorful; all pigs should be fed milk…or something.
For dessert, Sara got the pecan shortbread with lemon curd because one cannot pass up curd, and I got the doughnuts for the same reason. The doughnuts were, like the frites, well-executed and little pillows of heaven and hell.
I don’t remember what the bill was, but it was perfectly reasonable. They also have a three-course prix fixe for $25 which is a bargain, I’d say. $60 for dinner for two including tip if you bring your own wine? Bargain.
So, it’s nice to have Majolica back, even if they weren’t gone very long. I look forward to returning much more often than we did in the past.
