Hardboiled Eggs

A couple of guys in their late sixties, strolling around Macdougal and Bleecker, pointing out old haunts: it’s as familiar a part of a Village morning as the beer trucks delivering kegs of Stella or the bleachy reek of industrial floor cleanser. The pair poking around one recent morning was the band Eggs Over Easy, or two-thirds of it—Jack O’Hara and Austin de Lone. That Chinese bakery on Sixth? It used to be a coffee shop. They often unwound there after performing at a nearby club (Café Feenjon, long gone), and, one night in 1969, after a glance at the menu, the third member (Brien Hopkins, now deceased) came up with the name for the band. The choice was perhaps one of many that doomed them to pop purgatory.