Though when we wanted to pay, she took a painfully long time to derive the bill and give us inaccurate totals. I’ll be honest here, she undercharged me for by breakfast and I didn’t correct her. Maybe it was the way she wrote our orders down on bathroom paper towel, or how it took a half hour for our food to come out. And when it did, everything was cold. The manager actually started refilling our coffees when he observed his server falling drastically behind in a dining room that was half full.
I got the Hueveos Banditos which was two poached eggs with ham all on a fresh tortilla with a cheddar sauce, served with casamiento (beans and rice). Not bad, but not great. The Mexican breakfast at Stella’s kicks it’s ass. Leif got the El Mexicano Burrito which was actually good and had real cheese in it. It also had little bits of breakfast sausage in it, which reduced the quality significantly but the green peppers, onion and ham filled it out nicely along with a big dollop of sour cream. The breakfast special came with real potato hashbrowns and three good strips of bacon. Everybody got rye toast, and they gave us peanut butter and jam automatically.
This must be pointed out – while I loved getting peanut butter and jam without asking for it, my friend who joined us that morning – the one with the severe peanut allergies – did not. Especially since they came in small paper cups, exposed to the air and food around it. I excised the peanut butter paper cup and the surrounding, potentially fatal potatoes, and he managed to get through the meal without puffing up like a balloon.
I ordered pancakes just to round out our meals. They were totally Aunt Jemima, but were done well and I liked the wee bowl of syrup they gave with it.
To recap – the coffee was execrable, the service negligible and the location undesirable. Transcona has not been showing us the best in breakfast yet, but we’re going to keep hunting.
