I've wanted to try Goldy's for quite some time now. They've been written up by everyone from Boise Weekly to Bon Appétit, and I've been wanting to go since I first heard about them. But, as always seems to be the problem, there are just so many places to go that it can take a long time before I make it to any of them. And to be honest, when I've just woken up I tend to favor places closer to home. But on this occasion, I find myself standing outside Goldy's at 6:30 AM (the time at which my breakfast buddy said they were to open), and I even did the driving! People are milling about inside, and I can smell prep work going on, but there are no other people waiting to get in and the lights are still off. Not sure what exactly is going on, but certain it is too early to call anyone to have them check the website to verify their opening time, we take a leisurely stroll down the Basque Block, around the corner onto Main Street where we discover a charming little business called LunchBOX, then back up to Capitol Boulevard where we find Goldy's still closed. At around 7 AM, a man sticks his head out the door and informed us that they don't open until 7:30 AM, which is the norm for them on weekends. I give my companion "the look". A light drizzle starts, so we decide to finish out the wait in the car, chatting lustfully about the coffee I so desperately need to finish getting into gear.
|Insert pun about "low overhead" here|
A few minutes before the correct opening time, we make our way back, only to find that now there IS a line. No matter, there are not yet enough people to fill the place, so we still make the first round of seating. Eventually the doors open, we make our way inside and are directed to the small balcony upstairs, a secondary dining section notable for its low ceiling, among other things. So low, in fact, that I can't stop marveling at it and unnerving my quasi-claustrophobic companion. Eventually we distract ourselves with the menu and the dazzling array of condiments and sauces available. A couple of steaming cups of Dawson Taylor coffee are ordered at the earliest available opportunity, cups which as the morning goes on will at no point be allowed to drop below half full, which is the kind of service that I find so beautiful that it could almost bring a tear to my eye. Yeah, I can be emotional when I've just woken up. Anyway, after giving a quick perusal to the entire menu, we both order the "Create Your Own Breakfast" combo. The lady chooses the two egg combo (scrambled), with bacon from the meat column, Goldy's Special Potatoes (red with their own special seasoned salt) with cheese, peppers and onions from the potatoes column, and sourdough toast from the bread column.
|She took this picture, and I can't gloat because mine didn't turn out much better|
She doesn't say much about the eggs, so I assume they're just fairly standard scrambled eggs, which is good considering how many places I've been to who can find a way to screw them up. She also seems content with the toast, and marvels at the interesting fruit spreads that are available. The bacon is a little on the limp side, but it's true enough that you often have to specify if you want it crispy, and at least the flavor is good. The big winner on her plate is the "Special Potatoes", basically Goldy's version of home fries. Those are just absolutely delicious, with great care taken to cook the peppers and onions correctly and a thick layer of real melted cheese covering everything. Most importantly, they're not overwhelmed with the seasoning, something a lot of restaurants with their own special seasoning blend are guilty of doing.
As for me, I choose the three egg omelet combo. Goldy's default omelet contains two fillers, but you can order additional for ninety-five cents each ($1.50 for avocado). I decide it's worth getting another item for my omelet. All things in threes, right? I choose asparagus, bacon, and Gruyere cheese. I've always wanted to try asparagus in an omelet, and I want a cheese that has a good, distinct flavor that won't completely mask the asparagus. The bacon I choose because, well, it's bacon. Have you read any of my other posts? Anyway, as my sides I choose the chicken/turkey pesto sausage from the meat column, corned beef hash from the potatoes column (I know, go figure), and a single blueberry pancake from the bread column.
|See? I told you it wasn't much better|
|Pancakes: an excuse to eat dessert for breakfast|
The pancake, on the other hand, is just okay. The flavor is good and I do love whipped butter, but the cake itself is a little on the dry side and completely absorbs my little cup of syrup like a sponge. Lucky for me, I'm already pretty full at this point and just craving a little sweetness to balance out my meal. I run out of room long before I reach the burnt part along one edge.
Aside from a dry pancake, some mayo-centric Hollandaise and a few pieces of floppy bacon (that, once again, still tasted good), everything ranges from good to wonderful. As I stand up to put my jacket on, I can see people outside waiting for tables to open, and that Goldy's is nice enough to put out a coffee dispenser for them. It gets me thinking that I've seen a lot of restaurants open here, generate a little buzz and long lines of eager would-be patrons, and then sanity returns and they take their place alongside all the other eateries. Obviously that's not the case here. Before we entered, a man remarked to us that he and the friend dining with him go to Goldy's every single Saturday. Few places could inspire that level of devotion in me. As I'm contemplating all of this, my eyes shift to the kitchen, which I have a pretty good view of from the balcony. The cook is frying up an order of sweet potato hash browns. A couple of tables away, someone else is eating the malted waffle that caught my attention earlier while I was checking out the menu. I might not become a "regular", but I'm not really a regular anyplace, even the ones that are cheap, delicious and conveniently located. There are just too many places I love and too many I've yet to try. The one thing I know for certain? I will be back to try the waffle and those hash browns.
Final Grade: A-
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