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Attendees: :jump_to_Shelley:, :jump_to_Jeff:, :jump_to_Sylvia:
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I ate breakfast with Jeff and Sylvia on Saturday. It’s now Monday, and I can’t remember the name of the place we went to. Something with a Rooster.
Does that mean the experience wasn’t memorable? Well, kind of, yeah.
The Rooster something or other is a little deli/market on Gedney Way in White Plains (next to Sam’s of Gedney Way, where you may recall we dined at in March). The Rooster would provide something quick and cheap, which was needed to balance out the expense of our Community meal the week before. I wasn’t overly hungry, so I decided on some basic French toast.
Now, if there’s one thing you may (or may not) have noticed about me through reading my reviews, it’s that I’m not exactly the most patient of people. (I’m working on it.) As such, I could feel my annoyance growing from mild to somewhat less mild as several people who ordered after me received their meals before me. And their meals were complex–Jeff was after me and he got the Hungry Man Platter, which has, like, 18 different components to it. I just had French toast. That’s it. No bacon, no eggs. Just French toast. I realized this slowed things down because the items in heavy rotation–the eggs, the bacon–are constantly made so there’s always some ready for a customer. French toast, though, is prepared one piece at a time. I watched my bread on the griddle, just sitting there. Who would have thought it would take so long to warm up some bread?
Anyway, eventually the French toast was done and was served up to me piping hot in a metal container. We made our way to the front of the store, paid, and then squeezed up to a table by the front window. There are a handful of tables at the front of place where you can eat your meal. But be careful, it’s a bit of a tight fit (some guy behind me clocked me in the head with his elbow when he was getting out of his seat). The French toast was good, very fresh and subtly sweetened. The syrup was a bit thicker than your run of the mill pre-packaged variety, which made me hope (fingers crossed!) that it was maybe real maple syrup. A girl can hope.
All in all, my meal was fine. The food was definitely freshly made, was of a good quality, and the price was wonderful. The French toast costs under $5. Can’t beat that. Along with Iron Tomato, the Rooster provides a good, quick, reasonably priced breakfast for those in the White Plains area.
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That’s my response to Andrew’s sonnet from last week’s post. I think it says it all, but I suppose I should dig deeper.
Rooster Market is, well, a market. They have all the things you would normally need from a deli/market. They also happen to serve breakfast. And, I don’t mean just sausage, egg, and cheese on a roll. They serve platters too. For example, my Hungry Man Platter! Two eggs any style (over easy), a handful of bacon (I don’t think they measured the amount), two hash browns, and 4 halves of buttered toast. As far as food quality, it was good. It’s a nice hearty meal. There’s no reason it’s going to win any culinary awards, but for $5.25, you can’t really beat that.I feel like it’s important to mention that this isn’t a diner. There is a small section of about three tables an maybe a half dozen bar seats for eating, so small groups or even pairs is a good idea.
Rooster Market is good for breakfast. I’d go back. I’d especially go back if I lived closer. Good amount of food for a really good price. Go visit them!
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Rooster Market is a quaint little deli/market tucked away on Gedney Way in White Plains with an affinity to roosters. As we waited for Shelley’s arrival, I noticed a steady stream of people going in and coming out of the place. Some ate in the little nook of tables and chairs set up in the front, or on the benches outside, and some returned to their cars, breakfast in hand. It had to be a good sign.
Once Shelley finally arrived, we made our way to the back. Breakfast is only served until 11am. The breakfast offerings weren’t limited to just sandwiches. French toast, pancakes, and omelettes were all on the menu posted high above the griddle. I went with my usual sausage, egg, and cheese on a roll, and I tacked on a hash brown patty for good measure. After a longer than should have been wait for Shelley’s meal to be done, I collected my foil-wrapped sandwich and piping hot hash brown (fresh out of the fryer!) and proceeded to get my coffee.
Coffee was an adventure. First off, I found the cups and I filled mine from one of the many different choices available. I chose the regular Roosters house blend, fully caffeinated (all choices had a decaf option available). Then I went searching for the milk. It was in the form of a dispenser off to the side of a display case. Then it was a search for the sleeves, back into the nook where the coffee was. Then a cap, found next to the milk dispenser. Then I was ready to eat!
Seating is tight in the little area in front of the store. The three of us managed to squeeze into a table and proceeded to unpack our breakfast.
My sandwich was pretty good. The roll was fresh, eggs cooked nicely, and the sausage was a run of the mill sausage patty. No complaints. The hash brown was greasy, but still hot and good. It was a very satisfactory meal on a Saturday morning as we hashed out all things frustrating with internet dating.
The czar says: A nice place to meet up with friends to enjoy or pick up a quick breakfast in White Plains. Parking is plentiful, but be aware, the parking cops do patrol early Saturday mornings. It also seems this place is popular with lunch and dinners to go (I think they close at 6pm).
Knowing our history with breakfasting in White Plains, we have had our fair share of disappointments. White Plains is turning into the center of all things commercial, but don’t forget about their local businesses located more on the outskirts of the downtown area. If you want a good breakfast, local is the way to go. Remember, support local businesses!
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