Review: Kellogg’s Country Kitchen
Sorry I’ve been away so long, folks. In addition to attending Podcamp Ohio last weekend, I ended up down for the count for a few days due to a stubborn tooth. I’m okay now, and heading into a long weekend– so I can update a bit!
Kellogg’s Country Kitchen was reviewed in the Enquirer a few weeks ago, and Terry made a beeline to try it. He gets a craving every once in a while for food that reminds him of home, and he figured that a country kitchen would fit the bill. He sent me a picture, taken on his camera phone, of his breakfast (while I was at work, of course) but it never got to me. He said it was comparable, style-wise, to a Cracker Barrel sort of place, but better and he wanted me to try it, too.
So a couple of weekends ago, we decided to pop in there on our way to see The Great Trailer Park Musical. It was around noonish, so more of a brunch experience than breakfast, but there were still several tables full, and the menu said that breakfast was served until 3 PM.
Kellogg’s is inside an antique mall, and anything you see on the walls, you can buy. There are old movie posters, tin signs, and tons of kitsch. The tables are mostly the sort you’d see in your grandma’s kitchen– big, wooden and with straight backed chairs. It’s essentially Cracker Barrel chic, but without that corporate, trying-too-hard vibe that chain restaurants tend to have. It’s quaint, and the clientele seemed to mostly be older couples– generally a good sign in a place known for breakfast. There were also several families with children, and they seemed to be accomdated well.
We each ordered the same thing, two eggs with hash browns and our choice of meat and bread. We both got two scrambled eggs, but I decided on an English muffin and bacon. The eggs were soft scrambled like I like them, the bacon was thick and a touch maple-y– none of that super-thin stuff you get at most breakfast chains– the hash browns were a good balance of soft and crispy (though I prefer mine to be a bit more on the crispy side) and the English muffin was an English muffin.
(The grits aren’t pictured. Grits don’t photograph well.)