Disappointment is an inevitable part of life. We are disappointed by lovers, disappointed by friends, or disappointed by our district’s representatives.
And sometimes we are disappointed by breakfast.
Which of these things disappointed the WBC this week? The reader who guesses correctly wins an awesome prize.*
*Note: There is no prize. Just the satisfaction of knowing you correctly guessed the answer to this beyond painfully obvious question.
The Bread Factory Cafe
265 N Central Avenue
Hartsdale, NY 10530(Map it!)
Attendees: Pat, Andrew, Shelley, Sylvia
What I had: Bacon, Cheese, and (eventually) egg on an everything bagel, coffee
The overall experience was pretty awful. The food was too expensive (see Pat’s review).
I ordered a sausage, egg, and cheese on an everything bagel which actually came out perfectly fine despite having to wait an inordinate amount of time for it. I’ve had better breakfast sandwiches off the back of a truck in midtown and gotten them faster too. It was not like the kitchen was backed up; including us, there were perhaps 10 customers in the entire place.
The bagel was actually fresh, and had an even sprinkling of salt, onion, poppy seeds, and sesame seeds, all the things that go into an everything bagel. The cheese was hastily added at the last second at which point the whole sandwich had cooled to room temperature so the cheese did not have a chance to melt. My sandwich arrived lukewarm at best. The only thing that made the whole sandwich worth eating was the fresh bagel.
Avoid this place for breakfast if you can. The money saved by going elsewhere for your breakfast sandwich could probably buy you a quart of gas, which is worth using to go elsewhere.
I’ve gotten food from the Bread Factory located in midtown on Lexingtown Avenue in Manhattan several times and I enjoyed those meals. So when I heard that a Bread Factory had opened in Hartsdale, I was interested in trying it.
The display of pastries that greets you upon entering the Bread Factory is mouth-watering. Unfortunately, this is one of the few positives of our breakfast experience this morning.
I wasn’t particularly hungry given the good birthday dinner at Little B’s and the pastries from Chiboust that we had all enjoyed the night before, so I decided that I would just get a toasted bagel for breakfast. A bagel with oats caught my eye and I therefore ordered what seemed to be the closest thing from the menu, the oat bran bagel. When I said this, the girl at the counter looked at me with a confused expression, like I had made up some new fangled kind of bagel. She asked me to repeat the type of bagel I wanted, I repeated “oat bran.” She paused, then said, “You mean poppy bagel?”
“No,” I said. “The oat bran bagel. It’s on your menu, and I’m pretty sure it’s the one on the bottom left of the bagel display.” At this point I pointed to the bagels. She still looked confused, so we walked over to where the bagels were. There were only two shelves of bagels, some of which appeared to be mislabeled. “See,” I said. “I want the one on the bottom left.” As I said this, the girl looked up to the exact spot where the poppy bagels were, which was on the top right, and said “This one?”
As we returned to the cash register I asked what kind of cream cheese they had but she seemed not to hear me because the girl just asked, “What did you want on it?”
I was exasperated, so I just said I would have cream cheese. I rounded out my order with a chocolate chip scone for the group to share, as well as two prune Hamantashen cookes to bring home for later. I selected a bottled water to drink. With a 10% off coupon I had, my bill came to around $10.
My bagel arrived promptly and was barely toasted. As is to be expected, there was a bit too much cream cheese, but it wasn’t as bad as what you would typically get slathered on a bagel from a deli or bagel shop. I slowly ate my bagel, trying to make it last until the rest of the group got their meals, which took a bit of time, and had a couple of snafus.
The scone was yummy, more like a thick chocolate chip cookie than a scone, which was ok by me.
So what can I say. The meal was entirely average, with a bit of a slant toward the more disappointing side of average. But that happens sometimes. Considering how many breakfasts we have, they can’t all be spectacular. Would I go out of my way to go to the Bread Factory? Definitely not. But If I was in the area and needed to get some pastries on the run, I would stop in. But there are much better cheap, quick places to go to for breakfast.
This place just opened up in the Best Buy / Trader Joe’s / Marsall’s shopping nook in Hartsdale off Central Park Avenue. I had found out about its recent opening while I was on my way to Dim Sum at the Central Seafood next door. The Bread Factory serves breakfast so the WBC had to give it a try.
After a bit of a wait, our meals were brought to us piecemeal. I was served a spinach, artichoke, not quite so white omelet with two slices of swiss cheese plopped on top, potatoes, and toasted white toast with a huge slab of butter mushed in between.
Oh where to begin! First, the toast. It wasn’t raisin challah. I’ve had the Bread Factory’s white bread before, and it is generally pretty good, especially when lightly toasted with a little butter. However, this toast was chewy, and the slab of room temperature butter must have been placed in between the cold toast and mushed in because it wasn’t melting into the toast and it wasn’t spread on either. It was just butter and toast in the most unappetizing form. I ended up taking my fork and just scraping all the excess butter off the toast, but it was still too much.
When my omelet arrived, I was immediately disheartened by the two slices of deli swiss cheese placed on top. By the looks of the cheese, the omelet had been sufficiently cooled at the point that the cheese was added. Then I took my fork and picked at the cheese, and found that it peeled off quite easily. It was gross. I peeled it off and moved it to the side. The omelet itself was pretty decent. A lot of artichoke and a little bit of spinach. However, judging by the coloring of the omelet, it may not have been all egg whites. The potatoes were okay. Cooked well, no crisp, and a bit greasy.
WBC groupie
June 10, 2011 at 9:58 am
Thanks for the fair warning. I’d been eyeing that place since they were building out the space, but haven’t been in the neighborhood since it’s opened. Chiboust, eh? Took the Mrs there for dinner in March, loved it. I have to go back sometime, just for coffee and pastries.
WBC groupie
June 10, 2011 at 9:59 am
Me again…Shelley and Andrew’s pics aren’t showing on the page? Broken link?
andrew
June 10, 2011 at 9:00 pm
Sorry about that, Fixed it
Shelley
June 11, 2011 at 7:49 pm
Groupie, the Chiboust pastries were scrumptuous. We got 5 types: a slice of chocolate truffle cake, a small flourless chocolate cake, a coconut pastry, and two types of apple pastry. So good. Chiboust didn’t have enough room to accomodate our group of 5, so we got our pastries to go. But it would make a perfect spot for date night.
michele
July 25, 2011 at 10:20 pm
I was there tonight – I couldn’t decide between a grilled cheese sandwich and a quesadilla.
Quesidilla was the wrong choice. I was given marinara sauce instead of the salsa that was stated on the menu.
Unforunately, the server and cook did not know the difference between salsa and sauce and the only person who seemed to speak English was busy.
This place is not going to last long.
Anyone know the number for corporate? I looked all
over the net and came up empty.
Thank you!
Michele
Jay
August 6, 2011 at 11:27 am
The people in this silly club need to get real jobs and lives. Who the f**k with a real job of any significance has time to stop in for a leisurely breakfast on some idle morning at 9am…go back to to your university or community college you came from and stay there. It’s obvious this club is made up of spoiled 18-25 year olds that grew up in Scarsdale and continue to live off their parents money.
Mark
August 18, 2011 at 12:34 pm
I must agree with Jay. The way this club nitpicks is pathetic. Get a life. Dissappointing side of average? I didn’t know average had sides… Lame.