Peach's - 12

Date: 7/31/10

Restaurant: Peach's   
Address: 2506 White Mountain Hwy   
City: North Conway
Phone: 356-5860

Breakfast Hours: 7-2:30 everyday       

In order to hit a couple breakfast places further North, Sven and I spent the weekend camping in the White Mountains. We drove the Kancamangus Highway, hiked up Mt. Chocorura, and were the ultimate tourists with a white-knuckling drive up Mt. Washington. The weather was perfect, had the most successful Jiffy-Pop experience ever, and put two more breakfast joints under our belts—which at this point we need to let out a notch!

STANDARD - 2 eggs OE, potatoes, bacon, toast

Eggs *
Way under-done.        
   

Potatoes **
Kind: Homefries
A 2 is being almost too generous. These potatoes were just like Mr. Nick's, but smaller. Soft and no crunch what-so-ever. They did have a little bit of spice added to them, which is the only thing that saved these spuds.        
   

Toast ****
Kind: Wheat   
Homemade? No
       

Bacon ***
The flavor was good, but it was cold. We were one of the first few parties to be eating that morning... shouldn't the bacon have been hot?
    


Muffin ****+
Kind: Blueberry   
Homemade? Yes
Grilled. Great flavor, lots of berries, not overly sweet, moist and held together nicely. So good that Sven only let me have one bite! The nerve.
   

SERVER RECOMMENDATION ***** Apple Walnut Crepes
Dusted with cinnamon, a few small dollops of whipped cream and crème fraîche on the side...these were delicious! The server said they were amazing, and she was right. The edges were nice and crispy and the filling wasn't too sweet. They were, as I often say, "pretty stinkin' good"!

 
SERVICE *****
The service was fantastic. Our server was quick, on top of things, right there with the coffee warmups, and when I ordered the crepes she seemed genuinely glad that I did. I could tell she really did think they were amazing.        
    
   

DECOR ****
Peach's is a house. Well, it was once a house, now it is a restaurant. There were tables tucked in small rooms and a built-in porch looking out into the woods, which is where we sat. It was lovely. Each table had its own little lamp with a stained glass shade. The tables were all topped with napkins on which customers had written rave reviews of the place. Nice country charm. There was a nice patio outside that had many tables. 
    
   
NOTES
As I got up from the table I was thinking that this place was pretty great. Aside from the undercooked eggs and cold bacon, the food was good and the atmosphere was quite nice. I needed to stop into the restroom to A) check it out for the review and B) take care of business. When I stepped into the small room that the restroom was attached to, my opinion of the place dropped significantly. This room was like some sort of shrine devoted to, as Sven puts it, a stylized-man-made-inaccurate-corrupted imitation of Jesus. The large painting of the man on the wall, and the Bible on the table made me not want to linger too long, or at all, so I quickly made my way into the restroom, not quite believing what I had just seen. I sent Sven back in to the restaurant to confirm.

SVEN'S TAKE
Here's a quick grammar lesson, with help from Merriam-Webster.com:
alter (verb): to make different without changing into something else. i.e. "When Sven and Olga drove by Peach's Restaurant in North Conway on Saturday, the place had so much curb-appeal that they immediately banged a u-turn and altered their previous breakfast plans."

Not to be confused with:
altar (noun): a table on which the eucharistic elements are consecrated or which serves as center of worship or ritual. i.e. "When Sven saw the pagan altar set up near the bathroom at Peach's Restaurant, he knew immediately that the owners do not rightly divide the word of God, and had fallen into grave doctrinal error."