Egg Cetera — Restaurant in Wichita

The Taco Whispered, and He Was Right: By some cruel twist of fate, we ended up at this so-called brunch place—not a restaurant, mind you, but a “place where they make food,” which is, I suppose, technically true in the same way a toddler’s finger painting is technically art. From the moment the tacos arrived—limp, lukewarm, and clearly in the last stages of some kind of existential crisis—I knew we’d made a mistake.

The tortillas, allegedly the backbone of the dish, disintegrated upon folding, like paper napkins soaked in regret. One friend, who typically eats like he’s afraid the food might escape, actually put his taco down, looked around the table, and said, with full conviction, “This is gross.” And he wasn’t wrong. It was, hands down, the flattest, most joyless chorizo taco I’ve ever encountered—like someone had taken all the flavor and replaced it with sadness.

Halfway through, the taco spoke. Just a whisper, barely audible over the clink of cutlery. “You knew better,” the taco said. Not accusatory—just mad. Then it cracked in half and spilled its guts on the plate like a warning. He didn’t finish it. He didn’t even touch the second one. We just sat there, quietly judged by our own food.

I’d been expecting something chic, maybe even artisanal—brunch with a personality. What I got was disappointment wrapped in a tortilla, and not even the salsa or sour cream could save it. You could practically hear our group morale collapsing. We’d gone in search of brunch and found a metaphor for all the bad decisions we’d made that week.

This place felt like the kind of bad idea that comes to you mid-scroll on Pinterest after one too many Aperol spritzes. Someone clearly woke up and said, “I’m going to open a cute little restaurant—with neon signs, and tacos that cost $13 but felt emotionally distant.” They probably spent twenty minutes on YouTube, learned how to slice an avocado without losing a finger, and figured that was enough.

It wasn’t.

This wasn’t a restaurant. It was a cry for help with brunch hours. They need to close immediately. Not for renovations—for a reflection. Sit down, journal a little, and figure out what you're actually good at. Because it’s definitely not this.

Even the hotdog stand a few blocks away, open on weekend nights under its flickering light, screams flavor. Their tamales and quesadillas—loaded with cheese, cheese, and more cheese—are bolder and more alive than anything on the entire Egg cetera menu. Somehow, that cracked-up roadside cart feels more honest. More deserving...

Ancient EgyptEdit

Main article: Ancient Egyptian cuisine

Peasants ate a daily meal, most likely in the morning, consisting of beer, bread, and onions before they left for work in the fields or work commanded by the pharaohs.3]

Ancient GreeceEdit

Main article: Ancient Greek cuisine

In Greek literature, Homer makes numerous mentions of ariston, a meal taken not long after sunrise. The Iliad notes this meal with regard to a labor-weary woodsman eager for a light repast to start his day, preparing it even as he is aching with exhaustion.[4] The opening prose of the 16th book of The Odyssey mentions breakfast as the meal being prepared in the morning before attending to one's chores.[5] Eventually ariston was moved to around noon, and a new morning meal was introduced. In the post-Homeric classical period of Greece, a meal called akratisma was typically consumed immediately after rising in the morning.[4] Akratisma (ἀκρατισμός akratismos) consisted of barley bread dipped in wine (ἄκρατος akratos), sometimes complemented by figs or olives.[6] They also made pancakes called τηγανίτης (tēganitēs), ταγηνίτης (tagēnitēs)[7] or ταγηνίας (tagēnias),[8] all words deriving from τάγηνον (tagēnon), "frying pan".[9] The earliest attested references on tagenias are in the works of the 5th-century BC poets Cratinus[10] and Magnes.[1113] Another kind of pancake was σταιτίτης (staititēs), from σταίτινος (staitinos), "of flour or dough of spelt",[14] derived from σταῖς (stais), "flour of spelt".[15] Athenaeus in his Deipnosophistae mentions staititas topped with honey, sesame and cheese.[16[18]

Ancient RomeEdit

Main article: Ancient Roman cuisine

Romans called breakfast jentaculum (or ientaculum). It was usually composed of everyday staples like bread, cheese, olives, salad, nuts, raisins, and cold meat left over from the night before.[19] They also drank wine-based drinks such as mulsum, a mixture of wine, honey, and aromatic spices.[20] First-century Latin poet Martial said that jentaculum was eaten at 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning, while 16th-century scholar Claudius Saumaise wrote that it was typically eaten at 9:00 or 10:00 a.m. It seems unlikely that any fixed time was truly assigned for this meal.[21] Roman soldiers woke up to a breakfast of pulmentus, porridge similar to the Italian polenta, made from roasted spelt wheat or barley that was then pounded and cooked in...

Dropped in for breakfast on recommendations... but our experience was far from what I was promised. Wait staff seemed more interested in cracking jokes with each other than getting orders from the pass. Saw our meal sit on the pass for ~10 minutes before it was brought to us. Table next to us sat down 5-10 minutes before us yet got their meal after us as their waiter didn't come to get their order till after ours did. Food was bland. No seasoning on anything. Got the smoked salmon eggs benedict, and the salmon tasted like it was a sweet cure (brown sugar or molasses) and wasn't very pleasant for that dish. Would have probably been good on a bagel or something, but with the hollandaise sauce, was just... eh. My wife ordered a breakfast burrito with sausage and tomatoes. Same issue. No seasoning whatsoever. Said it tasted of nothing. The breakfast potatoes we both had as a side were also bland as hell and damn near burnt. Has a few on my plate that probably would have broken my teeth if I ate them. Coffee was decent... but since I never saw our waiter, only had 1 cup as it wasn't refilled till we were ready to leave. Also, there was some kind of smoke or chemical in the air, my wife and my eyes were stinging by the time we left. Would not recommend to anyone,...