Until a couple weeks ago, I had never been to Egg, the famed breakfast-brunch spot in Williamsburg. I live in Park Slope, so it's a little out of my way for the morning meal. Usually I'm hungry and cranky and just want to get something in my stomach to take the grouch off. But the girlfriend and I were in the Valley of the Hipster for the Brooklyn Renegade Craft Fair, so we decided to try Egg while we were in the neighborhood.
It was awesome. And the breakfast I had there is still in my dreams. I hope that blogging it here will keep it from haunting me. Egg's chef-partner, George Weld, really knows how to do up eggs, as you'd damn well expect from the name of his joint. I was lured by the breakfast sandwich but tried the "two eggs any way" plate, opting for scrambled. It's a seemingly simple dish, but it's a true indicator of an eggslinger's worth, because scrambleds are so easy to screw up. Mine were creamy, moist, and perfect, as befitting the heart-shaped pile they made on my plate, which I'm sure was a bit of an accidental Rorschach.
And the hash brown it comes with? OMG. When your plate comes out, you think you've been mistakenly given a crab cake or some such, but what you've really got is a hush-puppy-size dark-golden-brown hunk of creamy, buttery potatoes with a crisp outer shell—itself almost egglike in its own way.
Another nicety was the individually brewed French press coffee brought to the table, though I could have done with a good-quality mass-brewed coffee if it meant a refill from the wait staff. (One cup is just not enough to drive the grouch away.)
I left Egg more than satisfied with the meal I had, and, as I've read on internets, there's plenty more goodness for me to eventually eat my way through on the menu—including that breakfast sandwich with Colonel Bill Newsom's country ham.
135 North 5th Street, Brooklyn NY 11211 (near Bedford Avenue; map)
We've got a number of videos on Serious Eats in which George Weld shows our friend Cia_B how to cook various egg dishes. Take a gander.