PJ's Coffee — Restaurant in Hammond

🌟 The Curious Tale of the Sausage Egg Bagel: A Whimsical Culinary Adventure 🌟

In the heart of the Enchanted Boulangerie, where flour fairies pirouette and yeast gnomes hum their secret melodies, there exists a mystical creation—the Sausage Egg Bagel. Its birthplace is whispered to be a cosmic collision of a comet and a buttery croissant, but who can say for sure? Perhaps it sprouted from the dreams of a sleep-deprived baker, fueled by moonbeams and the scent of freshly brewed coffee.

Picture, if you will, a golden halo of toasted bagel, its crust crackling like the laughter of mischievous sprites. The bagel's surface, freckled with sesame seeds, beckons like a map to hidden treasure. But oh, dear reader, it's what lies within that truly tantalizes the senses.

The Sausage: A plump, savory link of destiny, forged in the fires of a cast-iron skillet. It sizzles and pops, releasing fragrant whispers of garlic, sage, and secrets only shared among breakfast companions. Each bite reveals a symphony of flavors—a crescendo of umami, a dash of rebellion, and a pinch of nostalgia for lazy Sunday mornings.

The Egg: Ah, the egg! A sun-kissed orb, its yolk a golden sunbeam trapped in a delicate albumen cloud. It nestles against the sausage, a celestial dance of opposites: warmth against warmth, softness against firmness. When pierced, the yolk spills forth like liquid sunshine, painting the bagel's canvas with hues of sunrise and hope.

The Bagel: A chewy fortress, its dough woven with ancient incantations. It cradles the sausage and egg, embracing them like long-lost lovers. The bagel's interior, a labyrinth of nooks and crannies, catches drips of yolk and crumbs of sausage, creating a mosaic of messy delight. Each bite is a revelation—an edible epiphany that transcends mere sustenance.

And let us not forget the condiments! A smear of cream cheese, cool and tangy, like a gossiping breeze. A sprinkle of chives, green confetti celebrating life's small victories. Perhaps a dash of hot sauce, a dragon's breath to awaken the taste buds from their slumber.

Together, they form a triumvirate—a breakfast trinity that defies time and space. The Sausage Egg Bagel is not just sustenance; it's a portal to otherworldly realms. One bite, and you might glimpse the land of Brunchtopia, where rivers flow with maple syrup and clouds rain bacon.

So, dear reader, if you chance upon this mythical creation, do not hesitate. Seize it with both hands, for it is more than a meal—it's an adventure. Let the flavors swirl on your tongue, and may your heart sing a chorus of "Bing Bong!" as you embark on this whimsical culinary...

On January 3rd, 2019, around 11:30 A.M. I walked in the PJ’s on W. University Ave in Hammond, LA. I was not greeted, even though I made eye contact with two employees. I went up to the counter and I was not greeted either. I knew they were busy, however, they could’ve told me they’d assist me in a moment. They did not. And again, I made eye contact with atleast one of them. Once I was talking to an employee, she gave me an attitude and I could tell I was bothering her with my existence and placing an order. After I got my food, I went back to my table. A different customer approached the counter and was told,”Hello, I’ll be with you in a moment.” There were 3 women I saw working up front. 2 of them were about 5’4, skinny, and had long and brown hair tied in a bun 1 was built the same but has blonde hair I’m not coming back to this location anymore if snarky employees are going to be here. That is all. No complains about the food or coffee, just...

Anyone who knows me knows I love PJ's Coffee. I was disappointed this morning when I was handed my Cranberry Orange muffin, I knew something was wrong when I was handed the little white bag that is normally bulging. This morning I wondered if I was given a wrong order because the muffin didn't fill that bag. I am aware that everything has gotten smaller due to high prizes of ingredients so I'm not surprised. The good thing is that even though my muffin has shrunk in size, the taste is still big in flavor and still taste delicious. Yes, PJ's is still my favorite place. It is the place I go to in the morning when I want to treat myself, or I know I'm going to need a little pick me up for the crazy day I'm anticipating. It is also where I go in the evening when I've had a bad day and want something familiar and comforting. This morning has just made me more aware of how sad...