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| - For being the supposed "most important meal of the day," breakfast is one of those constants in life that people consistently screw up. It's like listening to Neil Diamond's "Sweet Caroline" and not doing the bom-bom-BOM!'s during the chorus - it's such a staple of life that screwing it up would immediately draw the ire, suspicion and potential shoulder shrugs of those around you. Fortunately, Butterfield's nails the concept of breakfast, doing so in such a way that their competition probably does not even know where to begin when it comes to matching their quality.
My folks and I stopped in here on a Friday morning and the place was hopping. When we walked in, two different hostesses greeted us and we were immediately seated at a table behind the hostess stand, against the wall. This was actually a perfect spot to be in because it allowed us to take in how Butterfield's is run like a well-oiled (buttered?) machine: the servers move with precision through the crowded dining rooms, the runners know where they need to be and when, and the entire operation moves like clockwork.
Our waitress, Erika, was awesome. Due to us being in Phoenix for less than 24 hours at the time we dined here, there was a very real chance we were not entirely awake and I may have actually been sleepwalking. Nonetheless, she rolled with our dozens of questions and was an absolute picture of efficiency as she kept our drinks refilled and guided us in the right direction when it came to choosing a meal.
Butterfield's is, I gather, known for their pancakes, which makes this next sentence practically heartbreaking: none of us ordered them. My folks had actually been here the year prior and enjoyed the pancakes then, so at least two of the three of us can confirm they are, indeed, delicious. But this time around, they opted for the blueberry crepes and a make-your-own omelette. The results were fantastic, with the food being delivered promptly and devoured almost as quickly. Coupled with an always-full cup of coffee and tasty juice, and you have two meals that come highly recommended.
As for me, I went with the Mexican burrito, because I enjoy a challenge. Not that it wasn't good; it was wonderful! No, the challenge came in the form of the sheer size of the thing. Unless you are part-Sasquatch, there is no way you can pick this thing up and fit it into your mouth. It's a knife-and-fork meal, but wow, is it worth the dexterity required to finish it. Come to think of it, I didn't finish it since I focused my attention to the hash browns. I don't know what they do to these potatoes, but these things are no joke. Possibly the best breakfast potatoes I have ever had, which is a qualifier I never thought I would ever write.
Look, Butterfield's is a breakfast place that knows exactly what they are doing: providing exceptional food and service for an affordable price. They have other locations, and their waiting rooms are equally jam-packed, so clearly they are great at what they do. If you believe breakfast is the most important meal of the day, then this should be the most important stop on your next morning out.
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