What is this place, what exactly is a go go? My brother told me to go here, or that we should eat here. I hesitated. I thought this was a slightly better Denny’s with that shiny lipstick-on-a-pig veneer. I was wrong, happily.
Our favorite restaurant at Mohegan used to be Tom’s Urban, now Tom’s Watch Bar, but that place has fallen off and far. My last meal there, I was upsold an alcoholic drink which went from $15 to $30 without being told, and that was my final straw. I took my broken camel and went down the escalator to the Casino of the Earth to look for new vistas.
Part of my appreciation for Hash House is their breakfast, which is sold all day. I was, for a long time, lulled into the cult of intermittent fasting and would forgo my breakfast, but have since seen the error of my ways. I now eat breakfast and dinner, but do skip that lunch. I’m not an animal.
The menu is full and filled with southern hospitality. I’ve tried in earnest to explore other options, but I keep coming back to their Farmhouse Egg Scramble and the first selection on the menu, which includes hickory-smoked bacon, avocado, onion, and Swiss. It’s accompanied by crispy home fries and a locally made rye toast, complete with their own homemade jam or jelly. I don’t know the difference between those, and I’m not sure of the flavor. It just tastes great.
My wife opted for the biscuit and sausage gravy with two eggs cooked over easy. The waitress informed her that she should request them cooked a bit more, or they’d come runny, which was great advice. Another in our party didn’t specify, and she didn’t mention it that time; they came out super runny, and it put a cloud over his plate.
This weekend was a strong biscuit weekend for my wife, having one in each location we went. There was a funny juxtaposition as another one of our baseball parents conveyed her strong dislike maybe even hatred for biscuits, having been tormented with soggy ones as a kid.
A special shoutout to our waitress Terry, who was like having your mom serve you breakfast. She was fun, kind, helpful, and became part of the group in short time, offering good-luck wishes for our baseball boy’s tournament.
The time to service is about, or slightly more than, a regular diner, which was fine and also appreciated, as we had limited time this morning. The dishes and presentation of food are always outstanding—the home-cooked, Southern vibe of big portions for big appetites.
The eggs almost appear as an omelet; they’re perfectly cooked and have a generous amount of all the included ingredients. The avocado adds a nice mouthfeel and texture to the eggs. I love the toast with just the butter, and then the homemade jelly adds a level. The home fries are cooked perfectly and coated with some requested red chili Cholula hot sauce.
Just a big, happy plate of love and I do my celebratory happy shimmy and shake.
I’m glad that I was wrong about this place. I wish I lived closer, as I’d definitely come up more for breakfast and maybe venture into some hashes or, one day, the Big O’ Breakfast Burrito. I don’t know if I’ll live long enough to ever try a main dish, but that’s OK.
Final Verdict: 9.0/10
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