Waking up on a Sunday morning with not a whole lot of nothing to do produces one result: late breakfast. Oh, what a joy it is to be starvacious in the morning hours and to fire up a Yelp search on the old iPhone and up pops Eddie's. A a breakfastular force to be reckoned with. Rumblin' tummies beware. Your hunger won't plague citizens for long!
It's a quaint spot on Sharon Amity with humble outdoor seating, bar seating, booths and tables inside. No cockamamie and kitschy decorations either. Just plain old diner fare.
Seated quickly. Every table was packed, but we managed to score a booth only after 10 minutes. Not too shabby.
The Southern Scramble is a deep-fried force of culinary nature. Two large chicken breasts, fried, atop crispy biscuits and a smattering salty, porky, and thick gravy. Throw in a handful of handcut fries and the morning just turned into a snooze fest. Such an incredible meal. I felt like I was hit with a tranq dart afterward. My wife had the french toast. Thick cut and packed with spices. Amazing.
You could say I'm a fan. I'll definitely be back for breakfast on weekend mornings that can only be spent at a booth, snarfing on a Southern Scramble. Viva Eddie's!