It’s guest reviewer time! Ding-a-ding-ding-ding! Stepping into the Great One’s shoes, I’m going to try and do BwM proud with a review of Pesos’ ‘Florentine’ Eggs Benedict. Mike’s borderline obsession with the fare has made any review of eggs bene by him functionally useless for the common man. So in I step…
After spending the previous evening catching up with my brother over a few cocktails, we figured it would be a perfect time to quiz Pesos’ breakfast menu. Many of you know Pesos as taste-forward Tex/Mex spot, and a weekend night post of Seattle’s 20-something beautiful crowd. Turns out they do a mean breakfast too. But you knew that.
The music is still trendy, albeit not as loud on a Sunday morning, and there will always be at least one group who didn’t get the memo that Saturday night ended 10 hours ago. But with at least seven different offerings of the Eggs Benedict variety it’s easy to see why they’d be back.
I opted for the ‘Florentine’ Eggs Benedict, to which Pesos has added its own spin. The typical spinach has been replaced by arugula, which adds a little unique zest to the dish. The tomato was perfect and red all the way through (anyone who cringes when a Subway ‘Sandwich Artist’ throws a white-centered tomato on your 6” knows what I’m talking about). The side of bacon, perfect. No too crisp, not soft and seasoned (cured?) to perfection. But I digress. Let me explain why this was the best eggs benedict of my entire adult life.
The individual in charge of the poached eggs at Pesos would make Bobby Flay look like a weekend hack in “Throwdown.” I’m not kidding. As any eggs bene veteran knows, the water you cook your poached egg in should have a bit of vinegar in it. At Pesos, the taste is perfectly transferred to the egg whites. Until it’s done just right, you’ll never know how much it adds to the flavor. The hollandaise sauce could have been made of toothpaste (it wasn’t) and it would not have detracted from the flavor of those eggs. The eggs also were a perfect dome shape…to the point where I actually noticed it. My fiancée purchased for us a machine from Williams Sonoma thats only function is creating poached eggs, and it doesn’t come close. Dr. 90210 must have been back there helping.
Between the arugula, perfectly-cooked eggs, fresh tomato, smattering of pico de gallo, and competently prepared English muffin and hollandaise sauce, the total package translates into “subtle-but-noticeable-awesome”…which is what you want out of breakfast.
Patrick picked the Huevos Tacos, and they looked like the delicious breakfast version of those mini soft tacos you get at a taco bus or an authentic taqueria. The entertainment of the morning came when a fellow in a pink shirt made a pass at two women wearing their party clothes and makeup from the night before (which sealed it for me why the brunette looked like Jillian from the Bachelorette) who were just sitting down. After 5 minutes of getting nowhere, he rejoins his party waiting for a table. Not ten seconds after the blonde exclaims “OMG, that was so weird,” pink-shirt-guy’s party is seated right across the half-wall from them…much to my delight.
–Greg
Peso's 'Florentine' Eggs Benedict
Peso's Sign