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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.
Okay, admittedly, Basil's Pizza is NOT in Myrtle Beach but instead resides in its northern neighbor North Myrtle Beach. I don't want to say this will be a trend, but if I'm out of town and have an opportunity to dig into something I can write about, I'm not going to look that gift horse in the mouth. More likely, I'll just end up shoveling a calzone into my OWN mouth which is what happened in this particular case.
Full disclosure - I actually live closer to North Myrtle Beach than I do Myrtle Beach. That being said, I didn't have any earthly clue Basil's existed until feeling hungry and adventurous at work, I did a simple search for pizza and lo and behold one of the highest rated pizza joints in the area is one that hadn't even been on my radar - Basil's. At the time, this simply wouldn't do: Basil's Pizza is located a good 30 minutes from where I work. Never one to forget a potentially pretty slice, I stowed my find away in the dark recesses of my brain until I could get a better opportunity to pounce.
I didn't have to wait long. Over the weekend I convinced my girlfriend, roommate, and my roommate's girlfriend to journey with me to Basil's to see (eat) what we could see (eat). The location is great - smack dab at the end of Sea Mountain Highway, Basil's first noticeable feature is an outdoor roofed-over patio with a view of the ocean. For ambiance, you can do worse in a pizza joint.
We'll eat after the jump, I promise.
