When I checked out the Central Ave. location of The Good Egg, I was the youngest patron in the joint by a good 30 years or so. Which is fine. A lot of the older, less-hip breakfast joints are senior favorites.
I ordered the Monterey omelette which was ok. The avocado slices were a little brown which wasn't so cool. The country potatoes - eh. I've had much better and the English muffin wasn't much of anything.
But the place is what it is. A breakfast joint in a shopping mall. It wasn't awful by any means. I could eat there again. Whether I really want to or not, now that's the question.