Last month, I was at the Brooklyn Inn on Hoyt Street and I overheard someone say they’d been to nearby Prime Meats earlier that day for brunch and had eaten the best Eggs Benedict ever. I laughed, I cried, and I hurled on her.
Not really. But I had to investigate. I didn’t even know her, but I had to walk over to her little group and ask her how it’s even possible. I had to ask her the question that anyone who thinks they’ve had the best Eggs Benedict must be asked: Have you been to Little Pete’s in Philly? She hadn’t. Poor girl.
That’s the thing. You think you’ve had great Eggs Benedict, and you probably have. I mean, some people do it with salmon, or do other dirty things to that little English Muffin (by the way, did you hear this guy's story about the secret Thomas's Nooks and Crannies). When I was in Austin, Texas, Magnolia CafĂ© (their sign says “Sorry – We’re Open”) had this amazing take on E.B. called eggs zapatino, a fabbo confabulation of scrambled eggs and queso, and while getting the sliced ham is extra, it’s still less than $8.
Enough about that. Little Pete’s. Their take on Eggs Benedict (look at that picture and drool on yourself, I just did) is to put two English Muffins at the bottom of their own little dish, and build on that foundation with perfectly poached eggs, and a definitely hard-to-cut (who cares?) coupla slices of country ham, and then a bucketload of hollandaise sauce and some kind of cheesy topping that gets bubbly, brown, and seriously, just look at it? How the hell are you ever going to top that? I think it has less than 3,400 calories too. So it's HEALTHY!
Maybe it can happen. Maybe someone can top that. Eggs Benedict, at his core, is an elegant dish. It’s hard to do really well, I mean I love the Red Lion Inn in the Berkshires but theirs are just average and kind of weird. Cooking with hollandaise sauce involves doing good things with uncooked egg yolks, and that's not easy. And Canadian Bacon alone would be. Well. It's just Canadian (although in Canada, it's just called "bacon," and they have something else called "Canadian back bacon" - and I think they call it something called peameal or something too - that's even worse). The point is, it's Canadian. And that's FINE. Not that there's anything WRONG with Sidney Crosby.
So basically, I’m just going to give you an order. I don’t care how the Eggs Benedict is at the Waldorf, or the Palm, or Prime Meats, or wherever. The E.B. argument starts with Little Pete’s, and until someone proves otherwise, it ends there too. Go there.
And P.S. The place is in a good ‘hood in Philly, but it's a crampitated little 24-hour diner. And don’t order anything else for breakfast. Don’t share the omelettes (I’m not saying that they’re bad), don’t get French Toast. Don’t be a stupid idiot. Get the Eggs Benedict and thank me. Don't be a traitor. Benedict.
And if you find ones that are better, challenge me on this. Seriously. Do it. We'll go together. I'll buy (if they're not expensive.)
Enough about that. Little Pete’s. Their take on Eggs Benedict (look at that picture and drool on yourself, I just did) is to put two English Muffins at the bottom of their own little dish, and build on that foundation with perfectly poached eggs, and a definitely hard-to-cut (who cares?) coupla slices of country ham, and then a bucketload of hollandaise sauce and some kind of cheesy topping that gets bubbly, brown, and seriously, just look at it? How the hell are you ever going to top that? I think it has less than 3,400 calories too. So it's HEALTHY!
Maybe it can happen. Maybe someone can top that. Eggs Benedict, at his core, is an elegant dish. It’s hard to do really well, I mean I love the Red Lion Inn in the Berkshires but theirs are just average and kind of weird. Cooking with hollandaise sauce involves doing good things with uncooked egg yolks, and that's not easy. And Canadian Bacon alone would be. Well. It's just Canadian (although in Canada, it's just called "bacon," and they have something else called "Canadian back bacon" - and I think they call it something called peameal or something too - that's even worse). The point is, it's Canadian. And that's FINE. Not that there's anything WRONG with Sidney Crosby.
So basically, I’m just going to give you an order. I don’t care how the Eggs Benedict is at the Waldorf, or the Palm, or Prime Meats, or wherever. The E.B. argument starts with Little Pete’s, and until someone proves otherwise, it ends there too. Go there.
And P.S. The place is in a good ‘hood in Philly, but it's a crampitated little 24-hour diner. And don’t order anything else for breakfast. Don’t share the omelettes (I’m not saying that they’re bad), don’t get French Toast. Don’t be a stupid idiot. Get the Eggs Benedict and thank me. Don't be a traitor. Benedict.
And if you find ones that are better, challenge me on this. Seriously. Do it. We'll go together. I'll buy (if they're not expensive.)
Perfection Ratings: Eggs Benedict at Little Pete's in Philly (the one on S 17th St)
What’s Closest to Perfect? The little dish, the sauce, the bubbly topping, the meat, the eggs, the friggin EVERYTHING.
What’s Furthest From Perfect? The meat is hard to cut, even with that flimsy steak knife they give you.
How’s the atmosphere? The booths are too small, the place is cramped, the waitresses are curt but friendly, and the taskmaster that runs the place and seats you has the most perfect mustache since Keith Hernandez.
Does my search for Eggs Benedict perfection end or continue: I'm skeptical that anyone can do this dish better.

