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The Cheeseburger with freshly squeezed orange juice, and the Sausage, Egg and Cheese in the background. I'm late to the game. I admit it. The lines rounding the corners of the original brick and mortar spot in Grand Central Market have always been daunting, and I admittedly have passed them by for other food stands. I thought "it can't be THAT good", and since there are so many wonderful restaurants in the market, I just never waited patiently for one of those glorious egg sammies.
The newish location in Venice drew me in. It popped up on my Yelp app one day when I was looking for a casual brunch spot in my Westside neighborhood, and I figured since I had no agenda that morning, I could finally check it out. My boyfriend and I mentally prepared for the line and potential chaos, and we drove over to Venice. Luckily we found parking right across the street from the restaurant, but that also allowed us to clearly see the 20 person line ahead of us. We both hesitated, but eventually soldiered on.
Now was the time! We hopped in line and were immediately greeted by a warm, charming employee who handed us menus and provided us with an estimate of our time in line. Ok, thanks guy! We appreciated the up front info. The estimate ended up being pretty spot on, too. The interior is simple and slightly industrial with pops of bright yellow decor mimicking Eggslut's famous runny egg. It's a bit chaotic, though. The line is organized well, but after you order, you wait in a sea of hungry Venice folk who are eyeing tables freeing up and listening anxiously for their names to be called.
But eventually you get your seat and your gorgeous tray of food, and you become oh-so-happy. We started with "The Slut". We spread some of the eggy potato goodness over a piece of toast and with a bit of chunky salt and a touch of chive on top, it was a singular divine bite. Order this up for an brunch appetizer, and you'll start your meal right.
I can't turn down honey mustard, and Jeff can't say no to cheeseburgers with eggs, so both sandwiches were matches made in heaven for us. The "Sausage, Egg and Cheese" was a simpler combo. It's the type of sandwich you hope you get every time you order a breakfast sandwich, but so rarely actually arrives on your plate. I've been burned too many times by a disappointing breakfast sandwich, but this one was simply done well.