Walla Walla: Breakfast at Bacon and Eggs

This is one in a series of posts about our recent trip to Walla Walla over a long weekend. It covers breakfast on Saturday morning, a bit of wandering around downtown Walla Walla, and investigating the beautifully landscaped yard at the Wesley Walla Walla, the stately old home that was our home away from home for the long birthday weekend.

When we travel, Ann likes to scope out places for coffee and breakfast, even though we don't eat breakfast in our daily lives. But especially when we are going out for a day of wine tasting with no real prospects of food again until dinner, we make a point of eating breakfast. Today's first stop was a place called Bacon and Eggs, right on Main St. I can tell you that it was a flying circus, a veritable madhouse, packed, on a perpetual wait, and insanely loud.

Ann ordered an omelette filled with bacon and two different kinds of cheese. Her eggs were really pretty overcooked and you could have fooled me if there were any cheese inside it. Their specialties seemed to lean towards Mexican breakfasts, migas, huevos rancheros, and the like. So, I ordered huevos con chorizo.

Never have I ever had this dish made with slices of red and green bell pepper in it, let alone chunks of baked potato with that sad musty flavor of potatoes baked the day before. To boot, the scant chorizo had no flavor to speak of. Moreover, the tortillas I was served were perhaps the worst I have ever had to eat. The coffee was not memorable either. I will say that the salsa verde served in a small ramekin was delicious and the best thing on my plate.

So, I wouldn't recommend the place based on food or coffee, but our server was really quite nice. When she saw my camera on the table, she wrote out a list of places that we should visit in town that offered good opportunities for photography. It was from her that I learned of Pioneer Park, that I would visit and photograph on Monday.

On our way back from breakfast, we wandered a bit downtown. Downtown Walla Walla reminds us in many respects of our former home of McMinnville, OR, a similarly sized town that is also a regional wine capital. That said, Walla Walla feels both older and richer, in that the more ornate buildings in Walla Walla that are so well preserved could have been built only by people of fairly significant means. McMinnville seems much more rustic.

After meandering back to the Wesley Walla Walla, I took the opportunity to shoot a few more photographs in the warm morning light, before heading upstairs and getting myself ready for our first tasting at 11am.