Alas, one of Holly's seven deadly sins.  The poached eggs on my corned beef hash arrived hard boiled.  A novel solution, the waitress had me scrape my eggs onto a spare plate, and leaving my hash to cool off before he, she returned a few minutes later with a pair of properly poached eggs.

My friends faired better - one with a beautiful eggs benedict platter and the other with an Italian Omelet.

It's a funky, west end of Providence kind of place.  I have a feeling a more experienced server would have handled the poached eggs crisis better.

January 2006