The past few times I’ve went out for brunch with friends, I’ve ordered the baked eggs. Usually, I order something predictable, like an omelette or a salad.
That’s not to say that I wouldn’t love to swim in pancakes, but, a girl’s got to stay focused, ya know?
The only issue with baked eggs? I’m never satisfied. Just eating eggs never fills me up – and I hate having to compensate with the table bread. I just know myself and if I want to avoid being a terrorizing hangry person later, I need to fuel myself at brunch.