Review: Market Square Kitchen

Saturday morning after the Farmer's Market, which lacks the tasty breakfast sausage sandwiches that were our weekly breakfast back in Nebraska, we went to the Market Square Kitchen for breakfast.

Melanie had the French toast, which had no shortage of cinnamon and sugar, so was right to her taste. Her side of bacon was unremarkable and a touch overdone.

I got the ham steak breakfast, with the runniest dang over-medium eggs I've ever seen. The grits were overpoweringly chicken broth-flavored, and pretty hard for this Yankee to eat first thing in the morning. The ham steak, though -- ooh, boy, was that a tasty hunk of pig. Crispy around the edges, with a nice rind of fat, carmelized bits, and wonderfully salty.

Service was mediocre, coffee was passable, and no dog bowl was provided.