Eats

♪ "I don't want to work, 
I just want to eat potatoes[1] all day... " ♫

(Still no official-type web-site thing.)


Place: Eats

Location: 50 Clement Street 
(on the corner of 2nd Avenue); 
phonicular contact: (415) 751-8000

Hours: open for breakfast every day of the week at 8:00am (even if that day happens to be "Labor", apparently)

Meal: Huevos Rancheros (v) ~ fresh tomato salsa, beans, over easy eggs, pepperjack, avocado, sour cream (and, for those of you that do partake of the dead, decaying animal flesh, this can have either pulled pork, bacon, or chicken added to it); a side of Excellent! Roasted Home Potatoes; and a glassa ruby red grapefruit juice

(The reason for today's EweToobular juxtaselection? Simples! 

Todd Rundgren is also a big fan of Huevos Rancheros. [Here's a little-know Cliff Clavinistic fact: Huevos Rancheros were actually invented in Upper Darby, PA. 
I read it on the Intro-Net (right here); so it has to be true.])


In continuing with the End-of-the-Season Workout of my Breakfastary Starting Rotation, I headed back over to Eats (see previous 'blog-entry from Sunday, May 7th, 2017) this morning. I particularly like that they open up early (even on Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays) and are in my neighborhood (even if that happens to be thirty-one blocks away each way).

I probably shoulda sat outside at one of the sidewalk tables for two (which are along both Clement Street and 2nd Avenue) like I did yesterday morning. It has cooled off considerably from the past few days mini-heatwave by at least another 10° and would still have been very comfortable outside. (It has finally reached a much more reasonable 75° inside my apartment this afternoon after three straight days and nights with all my windows open.) 

With today's ordering of Huevos Rancheros, I think there only remains but one more item off their menu (under the vegetarian-friendly guise) left for me to try:

Kale Quinoa Salad ~ cucumbers, ricotta salata, carrots, radish, arugula, cranberries, walnuts, garbanzos, tahini vinaigrette (which I would probably order with one or two poached eggs dropped on top ~ gently, of course ~ to make it more of a compleat breakfastary meal).

I have had similar renditions of Huevos Rancheros before, where the two eggs (which can usually be over-medium or fried, too) are layered on top of the beans on top of corn tortillas. Their take on this was that the corn tortillas were fried first (aka tostadas[2]), which I have also had this way before and like (I do prefer just grilled corn tortillas, though). Now the two main differences in their version are that their salsa ranchera was a simple pico de gallo and (this was totally unexpected) the type of beans that they used were not whole pinto beans or frijoles refritos, but small white navy beans in some kinda Mexican-style barbecue sauce. ¡Muy interesante! I also liked the amount of fresh, sliced avocado on top of the pile.

"But, Brian, with the added starch/carbohydrates from the corn tortillas, why would you order a side of homefries?"

First off, mind yer own d*mn biddness!

Second off, I ain't on any of them new-fangled paleontologist diets!!

And third on, these are not just any boring ol' "homefries" that you might get at your local diner-joint. These are "Excellent! Roasted Home Potatoes", dammit!!! And these happen to still be the best breakfastary potatoes in town! (Even if there were only two cloves of roasted garlic in the mix this morning. Additionally, on the major plus-side [for which, Captain Minus is extremely jealous], there were many nicely roasted/browned sprigs [stems, whatever] of rosemary throughout the potatoes, too; and I made sure to eat each and every crispy morsel.)

Even knowing that Eats already offered a great selection in the way of condimentary supplementation (which included the San Francisco Triumvirate of Hot Sauces [Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce); Tapatío® Salsa Picante Hot Sauce ; and Cholula® Hot Sauce], as well as El Yucateco® [three ways: Green, Red, and XXXtra]), I still decided to use some of my own Pepper Palace Gator Bite Hot Sauce (Thanks, Greg & Cindy!) on half of the potatoes and Laura Plantation Vidalia® Onion & Peach Hot Sauce (Thanks, Cynthia & Gregory!) on the other half of the potatoes. And because I felt that their salsa ranchera could use a bit more (as they say in Mexico) "el zingo", I also added more Gator Bite Hot Sauce all over the Huevos Rancheros.


Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Huevos Rancheros ~ 6.7;
Excellent! Roasted Home Potatoes ~ 7.62

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1. Any which way you can name and cook 'em, too:

http://breakfastatepiphany.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-potato-or-potatoe-dan.html

2. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day:

In Spanish-Spanish, "tostada" simply means "toast"/"toasted"; however, in Mexican-Spanish, "tostada" generally refers to a fried (corn or wheat flour) tortilla.

(This is very similar to how "official" English-English has different meanings for many of their words from the obviously much more kerrekt 'merican-English words.

Ferinstance #1: Them Britishlander-types mistakenly call "French fries" ~ "chips" or "chippers" [and then have the nerve to miscall "potato chips" ~ "crisps", too... now what the h*ck is up with that?!]. 

Ferinstance #2: Do not ever try shopping at a local green grocer's in Great Brittania without the aid of an interpreter. They foolishly call "eggplant" ~ "aubergine", "zucchini" ~ "courgette", and "snow peas" ~ "mangetout". ["Where am I, London or Paris?!"] [And do not even think about ordering any "Swedes" in the hopes that you are gonna get a nice, hot Scandinavian babe; it turns out that "Swedes" in British-speak are just some cr*mmy ol' rutabagas! Man was that ever disappointing.]

And [especially] ferinstance #3: You can pick up a "pack of fags" at any corner store in Englandia, but to do so in 'merica, you have to be a pretty hot male yerd*mnself and reside in the Castro District of San Francisco.

[And I won't even go into how ridiclously they spell simple words like "flavour", "favourite", "honour", etc. It is all very humourous to me.])