Their coffee was the first outstanding feature of the meal. It was enough to “make a non-coffee drinker drink coffee!” says one breakfaster. Agreed all around.
Aside from the large coffee cups, there was a pleasing theme of red going on with the red melamine table, red matching chairs, red homemade jam (in a bowl!) and red cherry tomatoes on our plates.
The breakfast was served and I was in shock. The plate was so beautiful I didn’t want to touch it, but little could I resist. The eggs were wonderful, and I got yolks that were clustered-together nicely. The toast was decent rye, the bacon came in four tasty pieces but the real winner was the sausage. Scrumptious Italian sausage instead of questionable breakfast links.
Black Sheep is raising the bar for sure. Last but certainly not least, the potatoes were (and I hate using this term) heavenly. More pan-fried than hash-browned (ok with me!), they were garnished, spiced and a little bit hot. Not hot enough for me, so I tossed on some of their Chetty’s hot sauce which made it nice and tingly.
I didn’t need a drop of their squeeze-bottled ketchup to enhance this meal at all. The hot sauce is just a given for me.









