SEA - breakfast potatoes
though raised in the south and a lover of grits, i maintain that an excellent breakfast is defined by its potatoes. hashed browns are for weenies and, in any case, are generally served frozen from a box. i greatly favor those home-fries served at the sunrise cafe (64th/roosevelt)(on weekends only) and at the sunflour bakery (31 ave/65 st ne)(every day) and would be most happy if fellow chowhounds would inform me of their favorite places for morning spuds. when the olympic hotel was still a four seasons property, i casually mentioned the waiter my belief that good potatoes equals good breakfast and he proceeded to bring me a plate of wonderful grilled potatoes redolent with garlic and chives which he said was offered only in the employee dining room since the chef thought them too bold for the general public - hard to believe but worthy of a healthy tip.
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The best breakfast potatoes I ever had were at -- believe it or not -- Ileen's, on Broadway, not long after she changed the name from Ernie Steele's. Absolute perfection, out of the blue, in a frankly pretty horrible greasy spoon. Closed now, and it wouldn't matter, because I went back a month afterwards and got the expected grey-inside shreds.
It's all about the texture: the way the crisp outside fades into the soft center. There's a very fine line there; it's one of those things I can't get perfect even at home.
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