Weck's

Weck's Restaurant Review:

Sometimes, even we huevos lovers and burrito buffs just need plain old eggs and sammies. Apparently, we’re not alone, since this homegrown chain now boasts ten branches. Its corny but comfortable retro schtick --- think James Dean, Marilyn Monroe and Elvis memorabilia --- translates in menu-ese as omelets, french toast, burgers, chef’s salads and more of that diner-style, rib-sticking ilk. For breakfast, we’re fans of the sloppy papas --- a bowl of hash browns topped with eggs (get ’em fried), bacon, sausage and white gravy; the same gravy smothers chicken-fried steak that comes with toast in the morning or house-cut potato chips at lunchtime. The roast-beef quesadilla is all in good fun, and we like the addition of green chile on an otherwise classic Reuben. The lack of milk shakes, malts and other soda-fountain goodies seems a glaring omission (as opposed to the lack of alcohol, which is a given at a daytime joint), but then again, a bottomless cup of coffee to rev your metabolism is perhaps a better choice under the gut-busting circumstances. Nor could you possibly want for dessert in the same sitting, so get those giant white chocolate-macadamia nut cookies and cinnamon rolls to go.