This is a strange, albeit interesting, little cafe.
Near the ocean in coastal Encinitas is a little house, next to a few office buildings and the library, that seems to have been converted into a makeshift restaurant. They make homestyle food with a healthier bent, for breakfast and brunch, that you can take out onto the patio deck for a nice meal under the warm sun and cool wing blowing off the water. It's nice, a bit simple in style and execution, but that isn't a bad thing. Everything we had here was essentially something I could very easily make at home, probably even better, for much cheaper to boot. Yet, the location is lovely and the scenery is worthwhile.
Good luck in finding a place nearby to park, though. Even slow days you have to compete with every other shop and business around, not to mention the beach.
So, I had the Turkey and Avocado Sandwich on Sourdough. It came dry, on ingredients that all seemed to come clean out of a bag; though, I'm not sure what else I was expecting. I always seem to think that some places bake their own bread, have homemade pastrami chilling for 1+ months in the fridge, and even grow their own veggies or something. I know it's only the select few places that actually do and I try not to look down on any shops that don't. But when I came here and had this sandwich, while it tasted alright, it still felt less genuine than something you could have made over at Subway.
I know that's an odd accusation to make. But imagine you have a phobia of your food touching any other food. Like, if you had beans and rice, you get weirded out when you find one of your pintos has snuck out from it's little tub on the styrofoam plate to nest itself just on the edge of your rice. You might not be able to eat it and you find yourself constantly looking at it in hopes that you could mentally separate them apart ... just so you could keep your hands from trembling from the mere thought that your food has the audacity to mingle with each other ... MY GOD, IT'S UNNATURAL!!!
Anyway, the sandwiches here seem to be made with that thought in mind. The mayo is light, the avocado is firm and cut so it isn't mashed, the meat and vegetables are all layered atop each other, and, when you move your plate, the whole of it just might slide apart and topple over because nothing sticks to anything else. It's just so ... neat ... and orderly ... I dunno, it just strikes me as weird. God, I wasted three paragraphs on that, I must have a phobia of my own to fixate so much. Oh, well...
My lady love had the Pipes Egg Burrito 1, a basic affair with eggs, bacon, cheese, salsa, and potatoes. Like before, this was another very neat dish with nothing seeming to mix together within the tortilla. I would assume that the kitchen makes everything in separate pans, in bulk, then assembles everything together to order. Typically, most places would half cook everything, then toss it into one big pan, sprinkle cheese, and cook it all down into one gooey mess to enjoy. Not at Pipes Cafe.
I assume this technique is used to ensure that food here can be considered "fresh". This is all well and good, it's nice when you have a frittata or a plate with fruit, toast, and an oily meat on it. But, Pipes Cafe has convinced me that I don't like that in my burritos or sandwiches.
So, in summation, simple food, that's pretty good, although a tad pricey, that you could just as easily prepare yourself for cheaper and possibly better at home, but served in a setting that is beautiful and very relaxing, assuming you can find a place to park in a very popular spot near the beach. In another setting, I would give Pipes two stars, but the Encinitas scenery brings it up to a solid three. read more