The $13.95 country-style Benedict
2506 Alpine Boulevard, Alpine
I enjoy eating oxymoronic foods, so when I was looking for a place to eat breakfast in Alpine I zeroed in on a place called Janet’s Montana Café so I could try the country-style Eggs Benedict.
There is no certain origin to Eggs Benedict. Stories range from it being a French invention to being a hangover breakfast custom ordered by a man named Benedict at New York’s famed Waldorf Astoria hotel.
Janet’s is going for a rustic-cabin vibe, as evidenced by a menacing roof bear.
In any event, pairing poached eggs and hollandaise sauce doesn’t sound much like a country-style meal. I’ve seen California Benedicts (with avocado) and eggs Florentine (which subs spinach for the usual ham), and I was curious to see what a country take would entail.
The woody dining room features a stone fireplace and deer-antler chandeliers.
Well, it starts with biscuits and finishes with gravy, which kind of makes sense.
Janet’s Montana bakes its own pies, cookies, muffins, and cinnamon rolls and conjures up huge square buttermilk biscuits smothered with sausage gravy.
Which fits the rustic-cabin-in-Montana vibe Janet’s is going for. The wooded dining room features a stone fireplace and is decorated with taxidermy and deer-antler chandeliers. The woodsy back patio would fit in anywhere in big sky country.
Really, the main thing distinguishing the $13.95 country-style Benedict from Janet’s $12.25 order of biscuits and gravy with sausage patties and egg is that the eggs are poached. But I do suppose poaching is the fanciest way to cook eggs.
These were more a chewy style of biscuit than flaky, and both biscuit and eggs were a holding vessel for the rich, creamy gravy and sausage.
It’s somewhere on the spectrum between satisfying and heavy, a dish made winning by the charming atmosphere. Were I feeling like a sweet dish, I could have opted for cinnamon roll French toast, which would seem a worthy sugary counterpart to the Benedict’s sodium punch.
Eating breakfast with my mother en route to Anza-Borrego, she declared that this a place she’d like to bring the grandkids. I bet that French toast would do a fine job of spinning them up for a long mountain or desert hike.