At the end of the day, your egg choice isn’t about taste. It’s about who you are at 8 AM. Are you the person who needs a predictable, soft landing? Or are you the person who wants to play with fire (and runny yolk) before the coffee kicks in?
I’ll tell you my secret: I order scrambles on weekdays and over easy on weekends. That way, I get both identities. It’s like having a work personality and a vacation personality, but cheaper. And if the waitress ever gives me a hard time? I just smile and say, “Keep ’em coming, champ.” Eggs are eggs. It’s all just breakfast.
Now go order something. And don’t forget the hash browns.
