This is my favorite breakfast restaurant in Greater Boston! The cordial extended family serve this choice meal until closing time, often mopping tables & floors. They always make me feel like a valued guest and friend returning intact from a war zone. Remarkable, as I'm a waitperson's nightmare--an ABF (Ancient Breakfast Fussbudget). I routinely order: 2 lightly-poached eggs (runny yolks) on one slice of light rye bread (not toasted, which tastes to me like gum-scratching balsa wood) with the second slice of virgin bread split on a separate little plate; 3 butter pats on the side (1 to anoint the hot eggs accompanied by a prayer for the chicken's wellbeing and a little pepper atop the melted butter, and 1 to slather each side-bread half-slice); 3 or 4 slices of fresh tomato instead of potato; several full-length strips of bacon crisp enough to break apart with my fork (I loathe gloppy, undercooked bacon that glares at me like a Giant Squid's glistering eyes); a jelly caddy on the side (one each of strawberry & grape to spread ritualistically on the side half-slices of freshly-buttered bread); and ice water to drink. Starting in 1973 I quit booze, cigarettes, cigars, pipes, coffee, salt, & tea, so my unbruised taste buds revel in each element of this meal with lip-smacking glee. As the smiling waitperson brings water & implements to my table with an amiable greeting, I hand over my bank card (to save time & steps). Q: "The usual?" A: "Yes, please." They've taken the trouble to memorize my Great American Novel of requirements. First I make several Critical Incisions and eat the eggs, mopping up yolk puddles with cutoffs from the jelly-crowned side bread. Then I quarter and scarph down the peppered tomato slices, ending with the luscious, crisp bacon and ice water (which they voluntarily refill). As my meal cooks, I fill out both their & my copies of the bill for pickup when the food arrives, and then I scan the METRO glommed from a box outside. Total cost, including 20% tip: $6.55--a toothsome feast served by friendly, accommodating staffers for a pittance! Sometimes I drop in later for an SS (Satisfying Sandwich) in the afternoon. When free, staffers say good-bye as I depart. They clearly love their good-natured toddlers, who give the place a homey, cozy ambience. When I want décor, I'll go to the MFA or Peabody-Essex. More importantly: Brighton Café passed a Boston City inspection w/minor violations on 3 May 2012. After this filling breakfast, I exit with stomach tingling and navel smiling to fight the day's dragons. Vive le Café Brightonnaix! read more