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| - I've got two words for you right now that will blow your mind: vegan omelette.
Sorry I had to do that to you.
No doubt you're experiencing some kind of heightened emotional state right now. Maybe you're angry; "Vegan omelette is a contradiction!" you say. I say, life is full of contradictions, and unless you're a super-logical machine that explodes when it sees contradictions, you gotta learn to deal with it.
Maybe you're frightened; "If vegan omelettes exist, has mankind and his technological prowess finally gone too far?" To you I say, fear not the march of progress!
Maybe you, like myself, are elated; "Name the tyrannical lord whose bidding I must perform that I may bask in the godly gifts of which you speak." To you I say, rest now my friend, and simply walk to E L Ruddy Co, and give the person some money, and get yourself a vegan omelette.
I never liked actual eggs. I always had a very low threshold for how "eggy" something could be before it made me wanna throw up. Omelettes, naturally, fell into the hyper-eggy category.
Yet strangely, this fine mix of ground tofu, flours, and spices, topped with Daiya cheese-like stuff, sided with a simple but tasty green salad, home fries (yes yes yes), and toast - this thing on my plate, dear friends, is reason enough to fall in love with this place, the people within it, and the walls that contain it.
Lots of character and charm resonate through the walls, the decor, the staff. I really like that this place is a short walk from my house. Vegan brunch lives at E L Ruddy.
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