In my youth there was a short period of time when the great Weird Al had his own Saturday morning TV show, and it was on this show that there was a fake commercial for some frozen food company whose shtick was they combined to strange foods together into a meal. Meatloaf and blueberries, tunafish and cookies, pancakes and rubber bands, etc. At this last suggestion the mother in the commercial would go, “Pancakes and rubber bands!?!? You can’t have pancakes and rubber bands for breakfast!?!?” In some alternate reality one of the food items mentioned would have been nachos and scrambled eggs, but fortunately you can stay in this reality to experience that, assuming you go to the Brunch Cafe.
Head down to one of the Brunch Cafe’s currently four, going on five, locations about forty five minutes before you actually want to eat, because after waiting for half an hour to get a table and then about another fifteen minutes for your food to arrive, you’ll be ready to eat. What food you are waiting to arrive of course are the Scramblers, the Nacho kind in particular. You might think you’ve had some chips with some scrambled eggs on them, and I’m sure you have if you’re thinking that because why else would you do that unless you were a complete maniac, but prepare to be unprepared for when the dish arrives.
See, what you’re getting instead is something entirely different. Now I don’t know for sure, I’m just going off of the evidence I witnessed with my eyes and mouth, but what it looks like is they threw in the chicken and some of the veggies, cooked them up, they the chips and eggs went in at the same time resulting in a chip/egg fusion I have not previously witnessed. It works though! It does make it a little harder to consume them the traditional nacho manner, resulting in forcing you into more of the scrambled egg fork based consumption method. Good enough though say I.
What is less good however is the addition of the chicken to dish. I’m not talking about the fact that you are consuming the flesh of an animal that is mixed in its own unborn fetus, because it’s better not to think about that. No, I’m talking about how having chicken for breakfast outside of the fried variety or in a biscuit is still a little strange in this country. That’s not a big thing, if you go to France I’m sure you could have some breakfast horse nachos and that would be totally the norm. No, the bigger thing is the flavor of the chicken in the eggs, which is a little off compared to something breakfasty and Mexican like chorizo. Healthier, sure, but tastier, no.
But hey, maybe you like chicken in your eggs, or maybe you like hash browns with your nachos, or maybe you like pancakes with your nachos, because those are all things you’ll get here, or toast instead of pancakes if you’re some kind of crazy person. So when someone tells you that you can’t have pancakes and nachos for breakfast, you send them down to Brunch Cafe and get them sorted out. Just make sure they go forty five minutes before they start getting hungry.
