Maybe I've just been extremely lucky with my sandwich picks, but I really haven't run into one I didn't finish, until now. It's too bad, because I wanted to like Lulu Belle's Pancake House. And it is kind of a cute place, with an eclectic Southern coffee bar vibe, where iced mini-biscuits are served up when you sit down. Perhaps I ordered wrong, but this is a sandwich column, and the biscuit 'wich ($7.25) was the recommendation of my server.
The problem with the sandwich, aside from a dearth of imagination, is mostly in the proportions. The "one egg" is just a seemingly endless Pangea of egg yellow floating on an oceanic buttermilk biscuit. Every once in a while you come upon a buoyed little piece of sausage, the equivalent of one cut-up link, not nearly enough to go around. And why not a patty? The pieces invariably fell out, one by one, the sandwich's stock dropping with each one. This hulking biscuit itself is okay, but a bit dry, which is only exacerbated by the lack of condiment. I'm sure there are good things on the menu, this just isn't it.
Lulu Belle's Pancake House
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