I love to talk ALMOST as much as I love to eat, so this review will be a cinch to write! But I'm warning you now that I've got a LOT to say about Ed's...
It was the wee dawn hours ushering in a Monday morning as we ambled along Interstate 10. Heading back home after a crazy fun birthday bash weekend in New Orleans.
The sounds of the pavement passing under were giving way to the groaning sounds of hunger taking over.
As my Fav Fab One started looking online for a tasty oasis, I advised that I didn't want any 'Exit Food'. None of those cookie-cutter franchise food factories just off the I-10 for me.
I wanted to find a quaint or quirky Mom & Pop type place.
Nearing a town with a name like DeFuniak Springs almost guaranteed we'd find the perfect place. And that is when she found Ed's...
We both instantly agreed that Ed's would be the place for us to hang up our hunger pangs.
The first thing I noticed when pulling into the parking lot was that Ed's has been in business since 1964. That's 58 years, folks!
Now there ain't nothin' fancy about Ed's. It's a simple shack with a sometime walk-up window, side by side outside bathrooms, slightly hazed over window filmed windows and plenty of time-honored scars. Right inside the door you see the sizzlin' flattop where all of the cooking creations come to life. With plenty of seating, we parked at a table up front near the window.
Moseying over to get our breakfast wishes was a girl named Micah. Turns out she was as unique as her name. Friendly and with a bit of fun she welcomed us in true Southern style. When visiting new places, that first contact with a local makes all the difference. Micah made us feel right at home.
Ed's was looking like a great foodie find, BUT little did we know what we were in for!
Now remember, we're in Ed's for breakfast. It's roughly 8 am here, 9 where we live. Fab One and I keep flipping the two-sided menu over, and over. Lots of choices. Omelets. Pancakes. Eggs any way you like. And a mention about some mighty fine biscuits.
With a hint of mischief in her eyes, Fab One shyly says she's curious about Ed's signature Pub Burger. I glanced around over my shoulder at the sign outside. Sure enough, in big letters it proclaims, 'Home of the PUB BURGER'.
Suddenly, pancakes and hashbrowns were out and burgers were in. For both of us.
Giggling like two kindergarteners we wondered if Ed's would be willing to whomp up a couple of Pub Burgers while the sun was still waking up outside???
It was at this moment that Micah approached, pen & order paper in hand. Feeling like I was cheating on the breakfast gods I mustered the courage to ask Micah if hamburgers, no, Pub Burgers, could be in our near future? To our great amusement, she responded "Absolutely!"
Proudly, we both ordered Pub Burgers. Well done, all the way. I ordered mine with fries.
Something told us that THIS was going to be memorable.
I could see two girls flipping food, slicing and dicing over at the flattop. The clink of the spatula followed by sizzles and tiny billows of smoke. This was the heart of Ed's.
It wasn't long before a wonderful beefy sweet aroma filled the air. Pub burger fueled whiffs teasing our tastebuds.
Micah marched towards our table with two plates destined for our palettes. And a basket of fries. It was true home-cooked goodness.
Golden buns with a shimmering glint of greasy yum oozing down.
I bit into a fry first. That crunch told me this breakfast 'lunch' bunch was a munching great hunch!
The burger before me was cut in half. Crispy curves of beef overhung the bun. American cheese filled those curves, cascading into cheesicle drips.
Taking that first bite of burger, I was in a very happy place. And so was that woman across the table from me! Can you picture a pickle puckering smiling face?
I was in the midst of pure greatness. Holding an 'all the way' burger that needed nothing else! Nothing. No added mayo. No ketchup. NOTHING.
A juicy patty of perfection lovingly wrapped in all the way WOW!
With a hint of that 'you know it' shiny good dripping down the hand.
By far a burger worthy of being in any PUB. Anywhere.
Perfect Ultimate Burger!
After thoroughly enjoying every last morsel of that monstrously meaty treat, we headed out the door. After paying our very decent tab, of course.
With the mischief that is me, I couldn't resist talking to the cook(s) responsible for this magical meal. I motioned at one of the cooks with a forefinger 'come here' wiggle. (The kind your mama would do when in trouble).
She had a look of 'Uh-oh' on her face as she sheepishly stepped over to me. I proceeded to sternly announce that she hit that burger OUT OF THE PARK! Followed by a whole lot of very sincere praise. Her face went from OMG to glee immediately! Her name is Caroline. As she glowed, she said that made her day. She advised her able co-cook was Sam. Both lovely girls.
Ed's. We thank you! And we'll hopefully see you again, soon! read more