Mr Egg

If they where to put up a sign it should say «enter at own risk».
Compared to most places l have been to in the past this one looks a little from the 1970’s yes it is quite dated, and the smell in here looks to have lingered from that era also.
This place is sells cheap food and so are the prices, this is the sort of place that you end up after 10 pints of beer in the town.

If it’s the early hours of the morning and you are still stinking drunk and all you need is dirty, greasy, nastily good, beer soaking food then Mr Egg was created with you in mind.
Mr Egg is your typical greasy spoon, mind you don’t slip as you enter. Food made to order and it’s dirt cheap. The flavours are far from magnificent and the service… well, pat yourself on the back if you get a smile out of someone but don’t let this put you off. If you’re on your way to work and you need to get rid of your boozy breath from the night before then a greased up sausage sarnie or cheesy chips will sort you right out.
NOTE: I’ve had eggs from here before and they were cooked perfectly. Nice and runny as I had requested.
I hope Mr Egg really is a man with the surname Egg and not an egg who happens to own a café.

WHO IS MR EGG?
Some say he was an expriment that escaped from the dungeons of the chinese super market, only to arrive at the Arcadian hurt and close to death. The rain was pounding down and Mr Egg took one more look up to see his refection in the mirror of an empty shop. Mr Egg used the last of his energy to crawl into the shop door and the rest is history.
Basic take away food, quality is substandard and the only good thing about this place is still the name.
Surprisingly not that many eggs on the menu. Maybe should one should suggest eggy bread to Mr Egg?

MR EGG HAS RETURNED and is a shadow of his former self at only half the size of the original.
Gone are the grubby seats and the weird, egg parachute thingy on the ceiling. The food is still cheap, there’s no doubt about that, but can you still «eat like a queen for £1.50»? That’s what I want to know…
I had some chips. They were ok. Something put me off ordering egg though. I’ll have to psych myself up for it next time and report back to you.

this is a great place for an early morning breakfast before work, some dinner after work, some alcohol soaking up food after an allnight session in the nearby clubs, and bars. The quality of the food is not the best butfor the price you can not moan. Sometimes the staff are good some days they can be a bit sullen and unhelpful. My favourite is the big breakfast it lasts you all day.

Mr. Egg is something of a Birmingham institution on Hurst Street and the big fabric egg hanging off the ceiling never fails to make me smile — as did the graffiti on the wall where it used to say Eat like a King for £2 where King had been changed to Beggar by some local wit who it has to be admitted wasn’t far wrong, because Mr. Egg is quite popular with the local homeless community.
Sadly the days when Mr. Egg would serve you up beans and chips for £1 are long gone and whilst it’s still cheap, it’s not nearly as cheap as it was. It also serves crappy food in a crappy atmosphere with unfriendly staff, so to be honest, with the prices what they are now — cheap but not fantastically cheap anymore — it’s not really worth it. It opens late but so do lots of fast-​food places nearby.

simply the best place to visit after you have had your fill of alcohol on hurst street or in the arcadian — Mr eggs is always packed to the gills and has the cheapest and nicest kebabs and burgers.
Why is it caled Mr Eggs I dont know — perhaps someone could enlighten me on this matter? But everyone who has been out in brum knows of Mr Eggs!
Just be wary as sometimes there is a fight in there and your chips go flying, but more often than not, this just provides some after hours entertainment!

Mr egg is perfect when you have been to the clubs and pubs and have had too much to drink and need to sober up a bit. The food is cheap and greasy but good enough to fill your stomach.
You do have to almost fight for a seat and dont put your food on the tables cause they are almost always filled with the last occupants food.
You get what you pay for

Stumbled across Mr. egg late last night. Didnt fancy the egg burger so settled for a simple portion of chips. They wernt very goodmaybe I was too sober to be eating there.
Theres a big fabric ‘fried egg’ hanging from the ceiling, I’m sure it looked great when they first opened but now the egg WHITE is stained an orange/​yellow fromall the grease in the air and there isnt much colour difference between the white and the yellow anymore.
But on the upside the food is veeeery cheap!

With a name like Mr. Egg how could it be anything but the best thing ever? Its open late and serves food strictly from the top of the food pyramid. Its greasy to core. A perfect place to go when you need grub. I go on a date there!

Mr Egg is one of those places that you seem to only notice when you’ve had far too may pints of Stella. Stumbling out of a club from the Arcadian or around, this place shines like a little beacon, nd calls to your empty stomach uncontrollably.
The ultimate greasy spoon, and cheap, you will most likely give this place a visit at some point if you’re out in the city after dark. Filling fry-​ups and all the artery clogging dishes you can imagine, the place is somewhat of a clubber’s institution! Not the cleanest or glitziest place, far from it infact, but you won’t care at 4am.
Don’t be surprised if you have to join the back of a long queue to grab your butty before heading to the taxi rank.