Amy's Omelette House - Somerdale — Restaurant in Somerdale

Peeling Back the Layers at Amy’s

Let’s get right into it. Amy’s looks the part. No question. Somebody put their back into making this place feel like old-school Jersey Shore, back when it was the crown jewel of the coast. I’m talking about the days when men wore hats unironically and ladies drank highballs on the boardwalk. Think Boardwalk Empire, minus the gangsters (hopefully). From the outside, and even more on the inside, it’s a throwback— painted white woods, nostalgic charm, a place your grandfather would’ve taken his girl for eggs and coffee before heading off to work.

But here’s the thing—they forgot the counter. No long stretch of Formica where a guy can sit, sip his coffee, and swap stories with the waitress or the person on the next stool. That’s a sin in Jersey. A diner without a counter? It’s like a bar without a tap. Plenty of room for one, but it’s wide open instead—tables scattered about like they’re waiting for someone to tell them where they belong.

The staff? No complaints. Polite, attentive. They’re doing their job. No grumbles there.

Now let me set the scene. I’m sitting at my table. Across the room, about six guys—pushing sixty—are yelling at each other like they’re calling the ninth inning of a World Series game. Not arguing, mind you. Laughing, busting chops, carrying on like they owned the place. Twenty feet away, and I heard every syllable, every dad joke, every half-baked opinion on God knows what. Behind me, two ladies, same age bracket, were equally loud, only with a mean streak. The kind that makes you wonder if they woke up mad or if life just dealt them a lousy hand too many times. Either way, it wasn’t exactly the soundtrack you hope for with your morning coffee.

Let’s talk food. Amy’s bills itself as an omelette spot. And, man, they’ve got a menu that reads longer than a summer night. Pages of omelettes. If you’ve got a combo in mind, they’ve probably already named it after a state or an uncle. I went simple. The All-American Omelette. No onions. I’m not a picky guy, but I didn’t want to make it complicated. Just eggs, cheese, bacon. The classics.

And here’s where the wheels come off. The home fries show up blanketed in fried onions. Not diced fine. Not caramelized into something sweet and polite. Big honking slices, fried hard. The kind that announce themselves three tables away. Now, I’ve lived here my whole life. Mid-forties, done the rounds at enough diners to know how this works. Some folks like onions in their home fries. That’s fine. But there’s a type—the ones who ask for extra onions, who go out of their way to make sure their food stinks like an armpit in July. Those are the people who ruin the vibe. You know who I mean. Divorced, kids don’t call, coworkers cross the street when they see them coming. They order extra onions because they stopped caring about anyone else a long time ago. They’ve embraced the funk. It’s a lifestyle choice.

And that’s when it hit me. Amy’s caters to these people. The loud, the rude, the ones who chew with their mouths open and don’t notice—or don’t care—if you’re trying to enjoy a quiet meal. The onions are the flag they fly.

Credit where it’s due. My server noticed my face when the plate hit the table. Swapped out the home fries without batting an eye. Solid move. But here’s the thing. Automatically loading onions onto home fries? That’s unheard of around here. And it tells me something about who they’re cooking for.

So here’s the rundown. Amy’s is beautiful. The staff is nice. The menu’s huge. The food? Decent, if you can get it the way you want it. And it’s not far from my house. But I’m not going back. Because some places, no matter how good they look on the outside, are built for people you don’t want to eat breakfast with.

And...

We FINALLY made it out to Amy's. No excuse for how long it took us, but we will be back. Very soon.

Starting with the good: The menu is huge. Something for everyone. I was surprised and extremely happy to even see lunch options, but no -- today, I was there for breakfast food.

The place itself is gorgeous. What they did with the diner I frequented my entire childhood is nothing short of amazing. The big, beautiful strawberry cow? The rotary phone booth? Jersey pride shines everywhere.

The first thing I noticed on the menu was that the drink selection surpassed my expectations. Mixed juices, amazing lattes. Very impressive combinations that did not disappoint.

Everyone we interacted with was very friendly. Our server was fantastic. He made an honest mistake when my husband ordered the "country sampler" and was served another dish with "country" in the title. We only mentioned it in case someone else was looking for that dish, but he made it right at no charge. Super apologetic for something that wasn't a big deal. When my husband did get his country fried chicken, he raved about it. My son loved his ham and cheese omellete. I ordered the Taco Loco. It was good, but I wasn't a fan of the presumably jarred salsa on top. I had to scrape all the goodies on top off to avoid it. The quality of everything else was so high, and the flavors would be enhanced with a fresh pico. I wouldn't order this particular omelette again, but luckily there is SO much more to choose from.

I thought the menu said omelettes were served with toast, but we didn't get any. I didn't love the home fries and found them mushy, but I'm more of a hash brown girl myself. They offer tons of substitutions, which is pretty sweet. I'll try them deep fried next time and I bet they'll be great.

Finally, for a breakfast place, customers need more than one napkin. 🙏 Sticky juices, sticky syrup, sticky fruit... more napkins on the table would come in clutch.

Regardless, I can't...

Amys Omelete in Somerdale is now OPEN! Arrived around 10AM and restaurant was 90% full. I was seated within a couple of minutes. My server came to take my order after giving me a few minutes to look over the extensive breakfast and lunch menu. Ordered a Fire Skillet and coffee from my pleasant and efficient waitress that arrived in short order. The coffee comes in an enormously large cup, easily 2 cups in most restaurants, which probably saves the servers time on continuous refills. My breakfast arrived in a small cast iron skillet on a very large ceramic plate. At first glance it didn't seem to be a very large portion, but halfway thru, I realized I was full. If you like things on the spicy side, the Fire Skillet is for you. My waitress returned with a coffee refill and a box to take home my extra food. Overall, I thought this is a fantastic place to go for breakfast and is a little bit more expensive than most local diners (which can be discounted by signing up at amystogo.com) The only negative is the same logistic problem the starview had, the entrance way and cashier are right next to each other, creating a log jam of folks arriving and lining up to pay the check. Looking into a credit card pay, at the table scanner might be a possible solution. Amy's made a very favorable first impression and I will definitely be back to try out more...