Forking Tasty

Breakfast For Dinner

I’ve been traveling a lot….what a surprise, and when I got home my refrigorator was quite empty. So I decided to make some breakfast for dinner. I wanted to take it up a notch and make a hardy egg sandwich. I started off…

Fried Chicken Breakfast

Not exactly. I just couldn’t bring myself to whack down a chicken and waffles plate at 9am on a Thursday. Although the rainy New York morning gave me a good excuse, the Bikram Yoga class planned for tonight won the short synapse battle. There could be nothing worse than trying to sweat out molasses and waffle while in standing-head-to-knee pose. What I opted for instead was more of a breakfast than the aforementioned dinner-breakie mash up. Above is the Eggs Armadillo, a poached egg on top of a buttermilk biscuit, covered in sausage gravy. It’s not exactly the morning fuel Slim Goodbody preached to me as a kid but pretty damn satisfying. It’s been a very quiet secret that I’ve been holding lunch meetings and late night snack fixes at the 50′s style tables of Hill Country Chicken for the last 5 months. So, I am no stranger to the finer, fattier side of their menu. When they announced breakfast a few months ago I instantly started looking for the opportunity to blow up the morning with some of their delights. The menu fills out well with fatty pastries, donuts and a set of sides that could outshine your main event. Take a peek and schedule a visit. I’ll most likely be at the back table holding a leg.

Butter Milk Biscuits Are A Southern Favorite

Around the corner from our hotel was a breakfast place called Toast. Although breakfast is not usually a meal that I normally blog about I thought this was such an outstanding egg sandwich, even though the staff got my order wrong…. twice it was delicious. I ordered the Jumbo Breakfast Sandwich which is two eggs, melted cheese & your choice of bacon, sausage links or ham on toast or a homemade buttermilk biscuit. I asked for scrambled eggs and sausage but what I got was eggs over easy and bacon. They took it back and brought me the sandwich with sausage but the eggs were still over easy. I was starving at that point and the sandwich looked dam good the way it was so I dug in. That may have been one of the best egg sandwiches I have ever had. It was messy because of the egg yoke but the mess was well worth it….

Baked Pancakes

Each week my ship’s homeport is in San Diego. We are there pretty early in the morning and the southerner’s parents were coming to visit. We met them at their hotel, the Holiday Inn across the street from the ship. We checked in their bags to the hotel and wanted to go get some brunch. I went up to the hotel’s front desk and ask “If you were going to go to brunch what restaurant would you want to go to?” Without hesitation she said Richard Walkers.

Guten Morgen, Seattle!

Flying into SEATAC airport in Seattle leaves you with few options for some early morning chow. Asking the locals came through again when I was directed to this “frozen-in-time” pancake house with a German surprise.

A Delayed Brunch

Diabetic Blood Sugar Count
Pre-meal: 118 | Post-meal (1 hour): 130 | Insulin: 5 Units

My parents were coming in to visit me because they had a show to see later on in the evening. They have not been to my apartment in a while so they decided to come in a little early. My parents like to be on time and that morning it just was not going to happen for them. I wanted to have some brunch with them when they arrived because I know they would be starved. I told them to meet me at Penelope’s, a cozy brunch place near my apartment…

Small bee packs a big sting. Sometimes.

A quick lunch with Ant the other day landed us in Petite Abeille. I have had a love/hate relationship with this place ever since they resided on 18th and 6th. Old space or new digs, there is always one thing that has pissed me off about this place. Their coffee counter is a shit show. There is no established waiting line, there are lots of people behind the counter doing nothing OR doing everything but paying NO attention to you (the customer). Typically, when I finally get around to ordering I always feel like I have ordered something that no one else has ever asked for. I am usually met by a confused face and a frozen set of coffee making hands. When the coffee(usually what I order, simple right?) does get made, it is handed to me and the clerk (ohh sorry, barista) runs off. Now I am left with the problem of “who do I pay?”. Once I pay, I then need to go to the “fixings bar” located directly behind the register and right next to the front door. If someone is paying and someone is at the fixings bar, you can not open the front door to get in or out of the restaurant. How many people do you think pay, fix and come in during the morning coffee rush? Rhetorical, but I will wait until you finish rolling your eyes. All I am asking for is a simple change. Set up your store so people can get in and out. You stand there everyday and watch this cluster fuck. Are you that oblivious?

But, something has changed. Unfortunately, it is not the cluster I just ranted about. I have recently discovered…