A plateful of thick, eggy French toast triangles amply drizzled with Nutella and sprinkled with powdered sugar stares up at my son. It's the kind of presentation that makes a kid's eyes widen in disbelief. He stares back, knife and fork in hands. Does he pierce the strawberry first? Sink into the whipped cream? Or go for the full attack?
The latter strategy wins out. A forkful of fluffy, creamy, chocolatey sweetness elicits one of those guttural pleasure sounds. This is what people — many, many people — come to Bea Bea's for. They come for the pleasure of a decadent breakfast.
At noon on a Monday there's a line out the door of this sizable mini-mall restaurant. On weekends, the wait is longer. Wednesday at 7:30 a.m. there are a few early birds but the place fills up by 9. Not everyone is indulging in waffles, pancakes, crepes and French toast with creative toppings. Some are enjoying Bea Bea's unique egg dishes, but almost everyone is having breakfast. Even though they have an all-day lunch menu, why try anything else when Bea Bea's motto is "Breakfast is Everything"?