Sunday, February 15, 2009
It's not racist, it's just breakfast.
I like breakfast. Scratch that. I love breakfast. There's just something about waking your senses up in the morning to the sights, smells, and tastes of a good breakfast. I have spent a fair amount of time the past year and a half looking for a great breakfast in Wilmington. This city is blessed to have a lot of places that will make you a breakfast to die for. I happen to know where ham comes from and I know what city and country ham are. And those who really know about ham also know of the wonders of Red Eye Gravy. Perhaps one of the few things that has changed over the years at Whitey's is that they recently went 100% smoke free. Whitey himself (who sits at the cash register or wanders the dining room every day) told me they lost a few customers when they went smoke free. I am quite sure they did. The "non-smoking" dining room was in the back and you had to walk through the smoking section to get to it. By the time you got to the back (where you were usually all alone) you felt like you needed a bath. It's not as smelly now, but you can till pick up the occasional whiff of smoke. As I mentioned, Whitey's is named after "Whitey" who owns and runs the place. The best I can tell he's a former police officer and very well connected in the city. Politicians, police and firemen are always around. Whitey's a nice guy, but I suspect the name might set some people off. This past summer, when Jen was in town for a week, we happened to be dining at "Goody Goody Omelet Shop" and met a black comedian from out of town. (His claim to fame was he was the only black cowboy comedian.) Anyway, he struck up a conversation and when he mentioned he'd been told to go to Whitey's for breakfast, he thought it was a joke. An ugly joke. We assured him Whitey's was good food, and not the least bit racial. I'm not sure he believed us. The place I have been concerned about is a few miles down Market Street. |