Monday morning I wrote about our planned trip to Esau’s for breakfast. We got in the car, entered Esau’s in the GPS, and watched as it spit out their sister restaurant in Carpinteria.
“Closer to where we’re going,” Helaine said and we were off.
Esau’s is the kind of place that happens. There was no master plan. It evolved. It’s how a family restaurant resembles a family.
The restaurant in Carpinteria is a few blocks from the railroad tracks, a few more from the beach and across the street from a (quiet on Memorial Day) electronics factory. We sat on lawn furniture outside at the curb.
It also came with home fried potatoes, a small cup of salsa and rye toast.
This was killer. It was as tasty a scrambled egg dish as I’ve ever had. You could be a fan of this!
If you go to a restaurant for ambiance, and in the Santa Barbara area many people do, this is not your place. However, if you’re hungry and you can get them to make the Monterrey Scramble, run to Esau’s!