On the border of Orange and Santa Ana, Kimmie’s Coffee Cup sits pretty among the dozens of antique shops and vintage bars. On the inside, intense floral designs and pastel-painted walls greet me, as well as a couple of waitresses donning their self-chosen aprons to promote individuality and flare. I’m told I can sit anywhere I please, and I happily choose the lonely table in the back where I figure I can do some serious breakfast examination. I was wrong though, by eleven-thirty, a crowd of Orange natives arrived, expertly deciding what they would like for breakfast or lunch within seconds.
Totally pleased by the amount of choices, I take far too long deciding what I would like. My boyfriend quickly states that he would like scrambled eggs with the red-skin potatoes and leaves the spotlight on me. Since I wouldn’t dream of concocting an eggs benedict myself, that’s what I choose, along with red-skin potatoes, no red peppers. We both order a cup of coffee, since it is Kimmie’s Coffee Cup, after-all.
Once the coffee arrives, I realize I’m a little bit sad. If one is going to include the notion of “coffee” in the name for their cafe, wouldn’t there be more options for coffee? Perhaps lattes, cappaccinos, mochas, iced coffees? I’m not at Starbucks, but as a coffee lover, I wish Kimmie’s Coffee Cup honored the delicious ways one can present a caffeinated beverage. I take a sip and the coffee isn’t bad at all, I just hoped for more.
Breakfast is an important meal to us Americans, and every diner, cafe, and restaurant has their customer’s born-and-raised expectations to compete with. My eggs benedict was, unfortunately, not up to par with my expectations. I believe that the main culprit was the Hollandaise sauce, a delicate mixture of mainly eggs, sugar, butter, and lemon juice. The highlight of my disappointment, was knowing that Kimmie’s most likely makes their Hollandaise sauce from scratch, because the one component they failed on was the lemon juice. The cook simply squeezed too much lemon juice, creating a sour-like taste for his Hollandaise sauce. Since the poached eggs, ham, and sourdough muffin were smothered in the sauce, there was no way I could rescue the meal.
The red-skin potatoes that came with the breakfast item were very standard. My boyfriend claimed that not enough seasoning had been dedicated to the starch, and I had to agree. We both asked for Tapatio hot sauce for the potatoes to give them a little more of a zesty flavor. My boyfriend’s eggs were just fine, although I can imagine it’s fairly difficult to destroy eggs.
My over-all experience wasn’t dreadful, but I had initial high hopes for such a quaint venue. I didn’t want to order lunch because the menu offered mundane sandwiches, such as “Turkey and Swiss,” items I could simply make myself. Furthermore, these simple items were on the pricey side. My eggs benedict was nearly nine dollars, and the sandwiches were between seven and nine dollars. The eggs and potatoes were about seven dollars; a feast that could be more successfully attained at one’s local Denny’s or IHOP, not a very positive conclusion.
Happy eating, friends!
190 South Glassell Street