Truth be told, the broken, faded sign had kept me away for years. But my husband and I love novelty almost as much as we love our Saturday morning breakfasts together, so despite the B rating card in the window, we ventured into Jeremy’s Restaurant. Am I glad we did. It’s “our” spot now.
It’s not because of the food, though the food is unfailingly good. It’s not even the decor, though the decor is shabbily charming. It’s the whole package, really, including the curmudgeonly signs on the walls, the funny waitresses, the weathered faces all around talking about power sanders and long car trips, and the endless cups of diner-style coffee. This is a place where they throw a dishcloth over your head to the beckoning bus boy across the restaurant. It’s fun and welcoming and delicious, even on your first visit.
The cooks in the open kitchen clearly have a long-term, meaningful relationship with eggs. When you ask for softly poached eggs, you get eggs that are firm and white on the outside, but explode with liquid gold when pierced with a fork. The husband swears by their sunny-side up eggs with a side of wheat toast for dunking ($6.50, including coffee.) I like mine poached over corned beef hash ($7.50). The hash may not be homemade at Jeremy’s, but it is crispy and hot. Skip the hash brown potatoes for the house-made cottage fries with big, fat slices of onions and peppers. My daughter likes the short stack of pancakes ($3.50). Don’t be fooled into getting the regular stack unless you recently ran a marathon. These pancakes are the size of dinner plates and twice as thick, with a cake-like texture and warm sweetness.
