A few weeks ago I stopped by the West Egg Cafe for breakfast. Like every single other restaurant in Atlanta not located in a strip mall, it is a loft space in a converted warehouse. I ordered a full stack of blueberry pancakes and a cup of coffee. The pancakes were tasty and the coffee was all right. Unfortunately the interior was hotter than Rachael Ray and Sarah Silverman making out in a hypothetical lesbian porno, so I did not linger and try anything else. West Egg Cafe is a decent place to eat, but it is not all that and a bag of Doritos.
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Melanie says:
I love the West Egg. One of my friends used to work there, so I went all the time. The blue plate is awesome.
Smoove D says:
The service was pretty poor. I got exactly zero coffee refills.
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It is the definition of bohemian flash over substance. The food is bland, sometimes totally ineptly prepared, and the service is lazy and slow. And always packed with dicks.
It would take Rachael Ray and Sarah Silverman gleefully waxing each other’s assholes to get me back in there.