Not all Le Peeps Are Created Equal

My mom is funny. She likes to make up new names for things when she can’t remember the real name. Take Le Peep, for example. She calls it Peeps. I think she gets it confused with the sugary-marshmellow things my dad loves to eat (stale of course) around Easter time.

Anyway, the impetutus for this post was the excellent breakfast (harvest eggs benedict) I had the other day at Le Peep in Champaign. Of course, this is nothing new. I have been going to Le Peep practically since it opened — so much in the single days that the owner knows me. Although I don’t get there that often anymore, I must express my appreciation for it.

You see, not all Le Peeps are created equal. Yes, it is a chain (mostly franchised), with locations in 15 states. But if you’ve been to other “Peeps” restaurants, you will discover that they cut corners. The food — especially the fruit and vegetables — isn’t as fresh, and sometimes isn’t fresh at all (mushrooms out of a can? blech). Sometimes they’re run down, with tablecloths circa 1981 and fake flowers that have accumulated more dust than your television set.

Our Le Peep is a gem. Hopefully, it stays that way. (And if you want to eat there on a Sunday without suffering a long wait, get there before 10 a.m.)