Jeff has been telling me that the Wienery is his favorite breakfast for some time. We finally got up to it on one of those recently rare winter days in MN where the temp got above freezing...
Nestled in the colorful neighborhood of the West Bank, amongst equally aged facades and the towering retro, candy-colored crack stacks, lies the Wienery. No surprise, this is a legendary estab. Since the early 80s this joint has been slingin' dogs. But it wasn't until '99 that Pat added breakfast. People speak fondly, including Guy Fieri, but we here at Bad Eggs know better than to trust a man with frosted tips...
Ahoy! Inside is tiny and wonderfully decayed...a couple tables and a long counter with red vinyl stools. Behind the counter is a disorderly order of old books, photos, prison bracelets and hippie art. Yes, when you get out of prison, your first meal here is free. Keep that in mind.
The menu is your basic diner breakfast fare. Eggs, meat, hashbrowns. I wonder if they trademarked the Wienie McMuffin...
Jeff says you have to go here when Pat is cooking. He wasn't cooking today. We got some food, but it apparently was not Pat's caliber. Here's my extra greasy omelet...
And J's extra greasy sausage patty...
I was definitely underwhelmed by the food, but the atmosphere was so darn charming with the the classic country jams and the warm sun dancing through this stained-glass wiener. I'd give it another chance. Maybe the next time I get out of prison...
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