Jay Allen Sanford 9:45 p.m., May 19
It’s the two perfect eggs.
They look up at you like a pair of bloodshot eyes.
Bloodshot because of the paprika splotted over them and the bits of bacon scattered on top.
Their yolks ooze rich and golden over the green avocado slices and onto the toasted English muffins. And out into the waiting rock garden of sautéed potatoes.
Sigh. You might call it a Blue Plate Special.
Could this be the perfect breakfast spot?
Beyond the table and the palapa lies the broad Pacific. Big breakers, then the far horizon. I swear, looking at great distances refreshes your soul.
But this is a surprise.
Got off the Number 8 bus at Mission Boulevard and Mission Bay Drive, right at the Belmont Park roller coaster. That thing was rattling around and people aboard were going “Woohoo!” as I crossed the road and headed for the beach about where the Wave House was.
That’s what stopped me: This palapa right next to the boardwalk and the beach with a modest sign.
“Breakfast Mo’ Better.”
Who among us could resist?
Also, how come I never knew?
It's the Wavehouse North Shore Café (3125 Ocean Front Walk, Mission Beach, 858-228-9283). Basically one big palapa.
“We’ve been going eight years,” says Jessica when I sit down and order coffee ($2.50, with endless refills). “And yes, we get mainly tourists, but breakfast people are often locals. We start early, 7 o’clock.”
That’d be nice. Fresh sunny beach-breeze morning.
She leaves a menu, and of course I bite.
Go for the last of the Benedicts, the Bacon Avocado (“Two poached egg served on toasted muffin and sliced avocado, and topped with our traditional Hollandaise sauce and chopped bacon”).
Costs $9.50, so quite an investment.
But man is it worth it. The eggs are just oozy enough, the Benedict’s creamy but with a nice little lemon bite, and da bacon’s crunchy and adds that salt tang.
If I had a couple more bucks I’d go for their wittiest cocktail, the “Mission Peach” (Jameson whisky, peach schnapps, cranberry and orange juice).
But then what would I get done today?
I look out past the beach crowds. Is that Hawaii? Or a Coronado island?
I should be jumping into those endless summer waters out there, tackling a wave or two, ’cause they’re good today.
But no. Think I’ll tackle the endless refills of cawfee instead, ’cause it’s really good today, too.