"Baseball is the only field of endeavor where a man can succeed three times out of ten and be considered a good performer." -Ted WilliamsBack in the day, I used to go to Denny's for breakfast.
By "back," I mean at college. By "in the day," I mean at night -- usually 3:00 a.m. after a session of serious... studying.
By "breakfast," I mean the Grand Slam®. That's two buttermilk pancakes, two pieces of bacon, two sausages, and two eggs, any style.
Back in the present, if you suddenly have a driving inner need for an American-style breakfast in Prague, Red Hot & Blues is an option.

According to the website, the restaurant opens at 8:00 a.m., but the kitchen doesn't open until 9:00 a.m. So, I had 7 minutes to think about why that might be.

It reminded me of some other "back in the day" breakfast adventures.

A necessary sign.
At breakfast, kids were running around, while an elderly lady spilled a little Busch beer on the bar for her perched mini-poodle to lap up.

There is a larger dining room that was also empty. It has a glass ceiling that lets the daylight come in and is a bit more cheerful.
And next to that, is the dining area where there is live music in the evenings.

For breakfast, they have options like French toast, huevos rancheros, and omelettes.
I ordered their priciest offering, the "Homerun Special," as the clock struck nine. I did this purely out of a nostalgic weakness for baseball-themed breakfasts.
Was it a hit?
I'd say no. They did not hit this one out of the park. Not even close.
I got my eggs scrambled. They were as bland as the day they were laid. As far as I could tell, there was no seasoning, not even salt.
Strike one.

Strike two.
The two small pancakes were warm, but not hot. They were thin and a little dense, rather than fluffy. I don't think they were made with an American-style mix, such as Bisquick.
I'll mention here that they run a little food shop next door that sells hard-to-find American goods.
I'd call these pancakes low and close to the zone, but not a strike.

Some foul tips, but with two strikes, "Homerun" was still alive at the plate.
The hash browns were the best part. The shredded potatoes were perfectly salted, and full of onions, fried up perfectly. They helped rescue the eggs when I got them together on the fork, along with some ketchup.
Then, there was the price: 289 CZK.
Strike three!

I also had a bottle of Mattoni mineral water for 45 CZK, which would be around $2.80.
Some people might cry foul and say it is unfair or even meaningless to look at Czech prices in dollar terms.

About a year ago, I wrote a post about my American Breakfast there, which cost 233 CZK (it is now 245 CZK).

*First, you get fried eggs, great bacon, and well-seasoned chicken breast on thick, quality toast.
*Second, the egg sandwich comes with homemade fries
*Third, there's fresh-squeezed orange juice and special Savoy hot chocolate.
*And bringing it all home, there's homemade jam and bread, fresh fruit, and a fiendishly good chocolate praline.

Game over.
Red Hot & Blues
Jakubská 12
Prague 1 - Old Town
Tel. (+420) 222 314 639
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