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Where: The Dish

4358 Leary Way Northwest, Ballard

206.782.9985

Time of Entry: Saturday, 11:00 a.m.

Level of hangover: On a scale of 1 - 10

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A Friendly Cure for Your Shakes: The Dish

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Where: The Dish

4358 Leary Way Northwest, Ballard

206.782.9985

Time of Entry: Saturday, 11:00 a.m.

Level of hangover: On a scale of 1 - 10 (10 being a soul-crushing blow to your will to live), I came in at a 7. On Friday night, I'd subsisted solely on a steady diet of cheap wine and tequila. (Classy, eh?) With my head pounding and my stomach turning somersaults, I was in serious need of a greasy breakfast come Saturday morning.

Staff's level of hangover: Minimal to none. The girls at Dish were upbeat and on point. In fact, after I'd returned to a human-esque state of being, I half wished I could hang around and chat. They seemed like they were genuinely getting along with each other and the waitress behind the bar was cracking jokes left and right.

Remedy: Dish specialties include scrambles, omelets and their locally famous Eggs Benedict. I opted to make life difficult for the service staff and chose "My Favorite" scramble (eggs, cream cheese, bacon and green onions), sans tomatoes, sub salsa and a side of sour cream. Yes, cream cheese and sour cream. Don't judge. My better half ordered up the "Pigs in a Garden" scramble with sausage, basil, tomatoes and mozzarella. Both plates came paired with a hefty order of red skinned potatoes.

On weekend mornings, The Dish is usually packed to the gills with people waiting to chow down. Luckily for us, this Saturday was unusually slow - but we still snagged seats at the restaurant-dominating bar rather than a table. As sometimes happens when one passes out in their clothes the night before, I was rather indecisive and regretted my breakfast choice approximately 4.78 times before it came. As soon as I took my first bite, however, I settled into a repetitive fork-to-mouth routine that didn't slow for a solid 10 minutes. Now, it's not often that I finish an entire plate of eggs. I feel as though I've overdosed on them in this lifetime and for that reason, it's rare that I clean my plate when they're the main show.

I finished my plate at The Dish.

The eggs were perfectly scrambled, the bacon had just the right amount of crunch and the green onions offered a distinct, fresh flavor without overpowering everything. As for my salsa sub, I highly recommend going this route. The Dish's salsa is slightly spicy, delivering a subtle punch to the back of the throat as it makes its way down.

Hair of the Dog: In perhaps the only downfall of The Dish, they're without alcohol. I hydrated with an orange juice while my partner went the coffee route. We felt (dare I say?) vaguely healthy upon leaving.

Success of the Soak: High. The Dish is precisely what the doctor ordered. I left feeling ready to tackle the rest of my day - or at least hit up the next bar for a game or two of college football. I'll definitely be back.

Sidebar: The Dish is cash only. Stock up on bills before heading here or else you'll have to run across the street to Fred Meyer. Not that I'd know anything about that...

 
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