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I have a love-hate relationship with breakfast. On the one hand, traditional breakfast food as a concept is pretty out of this world. Waffles, pancakes, biscuits, bacon, sausage, bagels, scrapple*, pork roll*, french toast, eggs, syrup, AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!
*New Jersey roots, represent!
Okay, okay. We're alright now. Where was I? Oh right, love-hate. Here's the thing - during the work week I normally skip breakfast and it's a rare thing on the weekend where I'm up early enough to go a place with strict breakfast menu times IN time to actually break my fast properly. There is little else worse in this world than getting up early if you don't specifically have to. This is a real opinion you (I) have that can be filed away under First World Problems.
On my way to Basil's Pizza for my first review, I passed The Shack. It looked like a funky little place to get some food and the parking lot was slammed. A lighted sign out front heartily demanded I EAT HERE so I made a mental note to do just that as soon as I could. Such wanton brazenness should be applauded and rewarded. How did that work out? Sadly, the experience was hit or miss.
At first, things were promising. The parking lot was slammed so I knew SOMEONE liked what was going on inside. Upon entering, a sign instructed us to seat ourselves so we got to the business of...well...seating ourselves. The interior was spacious, comfortable and, as my girlfriend remarked, "cute."
Browsing through the menu, I found that the pricing was plenty affordable. I selected a fried bologna sandwich with egg and cheese on wheat. As I side, I ordered a menu item appetizingly titled "Trash" which the menu further instructed I ask my server if I was curious about. Not being one to follow the rules and having a bit of a dangerous streak*, I decided to not only neglect to "ask my server" about it, but I UPGRADED my order of TRASH to LOADED TRASH.
*I do not have a dangerous streak
Our server was pleasant and our food came out speedily at which time I discovered what Trash or, rather, what it's Loaded version consisted of: grits, cheese, bacon, sausage, and a fried egg. Totally down with that. The fried bologna sandwich featured a slice of bologna generously sliced to about a quarter-inch width. Baller. My sandwich was pretty decent, though not world rocking. I actually liked the Loaded Trash more and thought it was super flavorful. My Girlfriend Raised In The South (or GRITS as you will see plastered all over vehicles here when you visit) considered the grits featured in the trash to be a bit bland and "not as good as momma's." I blame my northern heritage on "not knowing from grits."
My girlfriend got The Shack Omelet which consisted of a three-egg omelet stuffed with shrimp, crab, cheese, peppers, onion, and tomato. For a side, she got home fries. She found the omelet itself to be underwhelming and the home fries appeared to be a pre-fab, frozen-then-reheated affair.
My roommate, his girlfriend, and her young daughter accompanied us on this trip as well, a recurring theme that will help stop me from ordering everything on the menu for review purposes. Roommate got pancakes and greatly enjoyed them. His girlfriend encountered much greater difficulties. She ordered biscuits and gravy and remarked that the gravy itself was bland AND cold. She ordered the chocolate chip pancake for her daughter. The pancake was somehow hardened into a brick and all the chocolate seemed to have oozed out and congealed into a solid slab on the underside of the pancake. I can in all honesty state that this poor pancake was so tough that a fork could not pierce its supernatural defenses.
How does a pancake get in this state? My only guess is that some pancakes, or perhaps just those of the chocolate chip variety, are actually a frozen and then microwaved affair which someone somehow got wrong here.
I have to be honest - on the whole, there are better breakfast joints in the Myrtle Beach area. On the main drag, you really can't go a quartermile without running into a pancake house. That being said, if you're in the North Myrtle Area and are looking for super
The Shack
1128 Sea Mountain Highway
North Myrtle Beach, SC 29582
http://shackdaddy.org/
(843)663-3636
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