Eggman's Restaurant & Omelette House
345 Independence Blvd
Romeoville, IL 60446
March 3, 2007
I used to pass this restaurant all the time on my way to Lewis University, where I took some classes a few years back. I only went into Eggman's once or twice, and I remember it being kind of scuzzy and dimly lit, with that air of quiet desperation and hopelessness that indicates a restaurant will soon be going out of business. Either my memories are inaccurate or they did some serious remodeling, because the place seemed much nicer this time around. Like Mother's, the decor had kind of a "rooster" theme going on.
I ordered a waffle combo with strawberries and whipped cream. Most restaurants will just kind of plop some whipped cream and fruit on top when you order these extras, but at Eggman's, they were artfully arranged. The waffle was good. I was not, however, a big fan of the strawberry gel (I don't know what else to call it) that they drizzled over the top. It didn't ruin the experience or anything, it just really didn't seem like something that belonged on a waffle. Strawberry syrup? Oh yeah. But strawberry gel? That's something altogether different.
With the waffle combo I also got a scrambled egg, a piece of bacon and a sausage, all good, but pretty ordinary. It's hard to screw up that kind of thing, but it's also hard to go above and beyond the norm. I mean, an egg is an egg, there's not a lot you can do to make it eggstraordinary. Unless you put lots of stuff in it, but then it ceases to become a simple egg and becomes an omelet.
Joe here. This was my first trip to Eggman's Restaurant & Omelette House. It's not much to look at outside but it's a pretty cozy and clean restaurant once you come in (as seen here in a regretfully blurry photo of the dining room). Obviously, they serve omelettes (as seen here in a regretfully incomplete snapshot of the menu), and as expected, a lot of other breakfast items too. There was a lot of Greek food on the menu too, if you like that sort of thing.
I had the basic pancake platter: 5 golden brown pancakes and nothing more. These were done very well (not to be confused with well-done), hot and fresh, like they were made on the spot just for me. What I mean is, they weren't probably weren't poured and flipped by some underpaid kid with an hourly quota to meet, as they likely are (and likely have to be) elsewhere. Or maybe they were. Yes, I have worked in food service, but never in a kitchen so what do I know.