The Independent Omelette. There’s a green (pepper) party going on in there!
The political season is in full swing. In fact, the presidential election is just next week! With that in mind, the Food Snob could think of only one thing – food, of course! Lucky for us, The Primary Diner just opened on Pleasant Street. A politically-themed diner?! We’ll throw our hat in that ring!
We headed down for a traditional diner breakfast with a side of politics. Immediately, we knew we’d have to return another day for lunch, as there was a pun-heavy lunch menu that included the “No Pardon” turkey sandwich and “Joe McCarthy” mac and cheese.
We got our order of the Dixville Notch breakfast in before anyone else in the restaurant was even close to ready to order. Our dining companion opted for the Independent omelette. We sat around for a few minutes thinking of great political food puns (Barack of ribs? Bain-ked potatoes? Paulstrami on Ryan?) before our food came out.
The Dixville Notch breakfast ($7.95) was everything you could hope for in a meal candidate. A couple eggs, anyway you want ’em. We always want them over medium, slightly runny, and so they were. Two slices of toast – raisin for this sweet-toothed Snob. A heap of home fries, seasoned, crisp but moist in the middle (we like to call that “just right”).
To top it off, the Notch includes not one, not two but three kinds of meat! The bacon was just the way we like it, part crispy with some swaths of chewiness. The sausage patty was browned to savory perfection. And the piece de resistance, a slab of ham steak, was right on the money. Now that’s the kind of pork-barrel politics we can get behind. There was so much food on our plate, it nearly filibusted our stomach!
The Independent omelette ($6.95) packed almost the same punch as the wildly filling Notch. Toast and home fries were the accessories, but the keynote speaker of the meal was the omelette itself. The eggs were light, fluffy and browned ever so slightly. Inside, we found sausage chunks, substantial but not an overpowering meat pile (although this is in comparison to the three-meat bonanza of the Dixville Notch). The diced green peppers were cooked just enough (raw peps in an omelette are a real turn-off for the Snob). Some American cheese rounded out the flavor profile with its creamy, melty goodness.
Come Election Day, the Food Snob may just have a write-in candidate to vote for. If you see “giant breakfast at the Primary Diner” tracking in the polls next Tuesday, you’ll know the Snob voted early and often.