Big City Bread has been a favorite of mine since I went there two years ago.
I haven’t been back there since the end of the school year last year, and I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to go!
Nestled in between Prince Avenue and Broad Street under a little web of twinkle lights, this restaurant/bakery/”heaven-on-a-plate-making” establishment is a place you don’t want to miss.
I went there with a family from my hometown for breakfast on Saturday. The air was cool; the sun was out, and Big City Bread seemed like the perfect place to go.
I ordered from the A La Carte menu: toast, a hardboiled egg and a grapefruit half. It doesn’t seem fancy, but the toast was the best part. The grapefruit was nice and juicy, and they even gave me the proper spoon for scooping.
My friend Mackenzie ordered two scrambled eggs, home fries and a biscuit. Now about this biscuit: I’d say it was 5 in. in diameter, fluffy, yummy and patted with butter. The home fries were diced-potato style, not hashbrowns. There weren’t any complaints from her side of the table.
Mackenzie’s mom ordered the quiche. On Saturday, it was spinach and cheese. It also came with a biscuit, and the quiche was definitely a generous slice. You could tell the crust was homemade, and I could smell the wonderful aroma from where I was sitting.
Mr. Ruppert asked for the French toast. The best thing about Big City Bread’s French toast is the bread; it’s French. Four long, skinny slices of a baguette looked perfectly toasted on the plate. I really wanted to try it, but he wasn’t my dad.
We arrived around 9:30 a.m., and the place was packed! Families, students and old people were there. It was fantastic.
When you go to Big City Bread, take a look around at the landscape. Notice the chalk-written walls and sidewalks, the Jittery Joe’s coffee, the cool people who work there, the exotic water and juices, the retro tables and, most importantly, the dessert case.
Whether you’re going for breakfast or lunch (no dinner), you can’t go wrong. Oh man, I love this place.