Westchester Breakfast Club

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Attendees: :jump_to_Sylvia:, :jump_to_Shelley:

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I’ve always seen Scarsdale Metro from the train as it passes through Scarsdale. It seemed like a diner, but didn’t look like one. So, on a chilly Saturday morning, the WBC ventured back to Scarsdale and gave the place a try.

First, be warned that the parking is street parking only and at a quarter for a mere 15 minutes, it doesn’t come cheap.

The menu consisted of regular breakfast offerings, along with one page devoted to brunch offerings which were not available until 11am (we arrived at 9:30am). However, among the regular breakfast offerings, what did stand out were the gourmet omelettes. I’m not talking about a fancier Spanish omelette or Western omelette here, these were different in the sense that they consisted of different combinations of turkey, spinach, avocado, gouda, and goat cheese. When I walked in, I was set on going healthy with an oatmeal or something similar, but the omelette offerings were too intriguing to pass up.

I ended up with a spinach, avocado, and goat cheese omelette (which came with white toast and homefries, even though it does not say it on the menu), and a tea (regular Lipton).

The food was served on these wonderfully colorful plates. My omelette was cooked well. It wasn’t artificially fluffed up with the addition of milk, water, and extra whisking. The avocado was ripe and creamy, and everything was distributed well. The goat cheese was a pretty decent quality, and its goaty-ness did not overwhelm any of the bites. The homefries were nothing to write home about. They could have used some additional crisping. The toast was toast, served with pre-packaged Smuckers jelly packets.

The czar says: It sure does seem like Scarsdale really likes avocado in their omelettes. First there were avocado omelettes at Parkway Café down the street, and now Scarsdale Metro. But I’m not complaining. I love avocado in all forms. If I’m in the mood for a different kind of omelette, then I’ll come back to Scarsdale Metro, but maybe on a Sunday, when the street parking might be free (it is Scarsdale, though, who knows if the town follows everyone else with free street parking Sundays).

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Scarsdale Metro is better than your average diner. It is in Scarsdale after all, town of 1,000 Chase banks. (OK, so there are two, but those two are a block away from each other. Seriously, you can walk out the door of one, look down the block, and see the other one.) Scarsdale probably needs all those banks because the town charges 25 cents per 15 minutes at parking meters. We pooled our quarters, paid $1.50 for an hour and a half, and walked up the steps to the restaurant. It’s surprisingly larger on the inside than it appears from the outside. It’s more open and bright than your average diner. However, look closely, and you’ll still see some of those stereotypical diner touches: the back wall entirely covered by mirrors, the bowl of those coated dinner mints by the cash register, a display case of really, really big cakes and pies. The breakfast menu has your typical diner fare also, but one thing stood out for me, or rather, the lack of one thing stood out for me. Under side dishes, there were no homefries. How could homefries not be a side dish at a diner? They have homefries; Sylvia and Jeff’s omelettes came with them. But you can’t order them as a side dish? What if I wanted a helping of homefries with my strawberry waffles? It was baffling. But, as usual, not baffling enough for me to actually ask about.

The strawberry waffles were better than the ones I got a couple of weeks ago at Anton’s for several reasons. First, the strawberries were served atop the waffles. You may argue that it doesn’t make much difference whether you get waffles with the strawberries already on top of them or whether you get them on a separate plate and place them atop the waffles yourself. For me, I like to have a complete presentation, and having waffles arrive with the strawberries carefully arranged on top, well, it just makes the presentation feel complete. Second, the strawberries were fresher than the ones at Anton’s, and more plentiful. Finally (in a nod to our expat WBC member Pat): Real. Maple. Syrup. However, the good stuff doesn’t come cheap. $1.25 for a small jar; I got two jars. But man was it good.

I was satisfied with my breakfast at Scarsdale Metro. The atmosphere was pleasant, food good, and prices reasonable. But unless you live within walking distance, be sure to bring your quarter pouch for parking!

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