Breakfast special conjures home-cooked feel
By Rachel Birdsell
TFW Contributing Writer
Razor’s Edge sits in one of the strip malls near the university. I’d never even heard of it — mostly because I don’t spend too much time in that area of town. It was suggested that I try it for a review, so that’s what I did. I’m so compliant, aren’t I?
Even though I went around 2 p.m., I decided that since they’re nice enough to serve breakfast all day long, I’d take them up on their offer. I had the Car Driver’s Special, which consists of a ground round patty (it’s a hamburger), two eggs, hash browns and two pieces of toast.
I know that Car Driver’s Special is an odd name for a dish, but it’s only named that because they also have a Truck Driver’s Special, which is like the Car Driver’s Special on steroids. Very potent, ginormous steroids.
The hamburger patty was pretty darn good. It even tasted like real beef rather than a little bit of hamburger with a whole lot of filler, which I suspect most of the time is sawdust. It was grilled to the point where the edges had just started to caramelize and gave it a great flavor. Plus, the patty was blanketed with chopped, grilled onions which did nothing but make it even better.
My over-medium eggs came out perfectly over-medium and tasted eggy — just like eggs should.
I’m not a big hash browns person, but I actually liked the hash browns here, mostly because they were crispy like hash browns should be. If you want mushy potatoes with your breakfast, you should just eat mashed potatoes. Which makes me wonder why we don’t have mashed potatoes with breakfast? I think I may have to try an over-medium egg over a pile of mashed potatoes with gravy smothering the entire thing. I’ll let you know how it goes.
But back to Razor’s Edge. Unfortunately, the toast was laden with fake butter, and I really don’t think I need to go into how much I detest fake butter again. Last time I did, I had to bring Ann Coulter into the conversation, and I don’t want to subject you to such horror again. If any of you are restaurant owners, I understand that serving fake butter is more cost-effective, but I’d be more than happy to pay extra if I could just get real butter. That’s not so much to ask, is it?
Atmosphere: 3.3 corrugated sporks with handlebars. The atmosphere at Razor’s Edge is kind of industrial-diner-biker bar minus the bar. There is a lot of corrugated metal and exposed conduit and duct work, but the tables give it a diner feel. Then there’s all of the motorcycle art on the walls. It’s a unique combination. However, there’s also a mounted boar’s head, and dead animals staring at me while I eat just isn’t my thing. Come to think of it, dead animals staring at me anytime no matter what I’m doing, isn’t my thing.
Food: 4.4 grilled sporks with miniature onions on the tines. I was pleased with my breakfast. It really tasted like something I would have cooked at home.
Staff: 4.8 down to earth sporks who called me “hon.” (Hey, you let your sporks do whatever they want. Mine talk to me.) My waitress was almost perfect, and it takes a lot for me to say that. She was extremely nice, and I felt like I was eating in her kitchen.
Dollars spent: My bill was around $12 for my meal and drink (which was iced tea and was great). The prices are very reasonable for what you get. Even their dinner prices are good, and they also have daily specials.
Chance of returning: I’ll definitely be back to Razor’s Edge so I can try out one of their dinners. The rib eye dinner that comes with a $12 price tag is pretty tempting to me.
If you know of a great eating place, drop me a line at firstname.lastname@example.org. I’ll check it out and let you know what I think.