Many days, in February, in New Jersey,  I lunched on poached eggs, fresh from the hen house and sauted greens. The snow outside, the simple, fresh comfort of the dish, the company, framed these as the paragon of lunches.  So while I might have been predisposed by the recollection, a variation of this dish, and the flowers, made lunch at Mates Gulley so pleasant that I went there twice in three days.  If you're in Wagga, head up Bayliss Street, just after the bridge the lagoon and that vivid 2WG sign.