Eggcetra Breakfast Cafe

It was a beautiful Sunday and we ended up at Eggcetra Breakfast Cafe if for no other reason than they have Chicken and Waffles on the menu. Just off King George Hwy between 152nd Street and 32nd Avenue, we were able to get seated right away just before noon but this is a busy little place.

The system here is that after you are seated and look at the menu, then you go up to the counter and order, then they bring you your food when it is ready. Casual and convenient.
We shared a Smoked Salmon Benny which was quite good. The eggs were perfectly poached with those bright yellow Born 3 type yolks. The salmon was of very good quality and generously portioned. We liked the hash brown batons. The English muffins were a bit tough to cut through. I'm not sure how that is overcome.... do they need to be double toasted?
Of course, the main event was the Chicken and Waffles and this was the best that we have had in a long time! The waffles were crispy as was the chicken. The chicken (boneless thighs) was moist and perfectly cooked. On the side were syrup, sriracha mayo and honey whipped butter. Honestly, we could not stop raving about this dish. I love it when a plan comes together!
Just to maintain our habit of ordering too much, we decided to try the soup of the day. This was a very nice Minestrone with a piece of garlic bread on the side. Not bad.
I'm happy that our table was not larger or I might have charged into the lunch menu a little more. I was particularly tempted by a Pear and Prosciutto Sandwich as well as some other things that would likely have been pretty good. Eggcetra is a cheery little place with friendly staff. I felt a little close to my neighbours which is probably just a symptom of being separated by plexiglass for so long. A great place for brunch on a sunny day in White Rock!
Food                 3 1/2 out of 5
Comfort            3 out of 5
Service             3 1/2 out of 5
Value                3 1/2 out of 5

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