Cackling Over Cackleberry
I’m not sure why it took me so long to try Cackleberry in Cincinnati’s East Walnut Hills neighborhood. Now that I have, I wish I could go back in time and enjoy them for the first time again.
Cackleberry’s concept is simple. Top tier breakfast sandwiches, crafted with impeccable local ingredients on soft brioche buns, served on weekends only, out of a tiny trailer in a parking lot located in an upcoming Cincinnati neighborhood.
We arrived at the trailer on a blistering hot summer Sunday morning around 10:00 am. The smells wafting from the trailer were incredible. The few picnic tables next to the trailer were already full with local patrons enjoying their wares.
The staff of three, one to take orders, one to cook, and one to wrap were efficient and friendly. While the menu is tiny I struggled with my decision everything sounded so fucking good! I settled for the Benny, described as such:
Benny
hickory smoked bacon, local pasture raised over medium egg, sharp cheddar cheese, caramelized onion and chipotle ketchup in a warm brioche bun
The sandwich was outstanding. Made fresh and hot with obviously high quality ingredients the sandwich was without a doubt one of if not the best breakfast sandwiches I’d ever had. The ingredients work so well together. Thick cut bacon piled high on a perfectly cooked eggs, sharp cheddar cheese, and chipotle ketchup mingle together deliciously. The soft roll a perfect vessel for the tasty ingredients. Everything washed down with a delicious local iced coffee.
While we dined in the shadow of a refurbished apartment building the line swelled with locals, kids and dogs in tow ready to have their minds blown by this perfect breakfast.
Places like Cackleberry need to be praised, revered, and supported. While MacDonalds and Jimmy Dean make perfectly serviceable brekkie sammiches, Cackleberry is making magic.
