Sunday, November 6, 2011

Mama♥s on Washington Square

Time for breakfast, just one hour later… or earlier… whatever; DST (like the Y*nkees) s*cks.

(Interestingly enough, the last time I ate at this place, I also linked a Robert Zimmerman video/song as it was his 70th birthday that day. I have no idea when Sir Michael Philip Jagger's or Commoner Keith Richards' birthdays are, though.)

I went back to Mamas on Washington Square (see last 'blog-entry from May 22nd, 2011), which amazingly enough is actually on Washington Square in North Beach (just down the Hill ~ Telegraph ~ from Coit Tower[1]). This really is one of the best places for breakfast in San Francisco, as attested by the long lines of locals and touristas daily; there were already ten people waiting in line ahead of me when I got there this morning, and this was a full half-hour before they even opened still. The Sun was out (barely), but it was still pretty brisk waiting in line. The reason for the long lines (other than the great food) is that they really are a small place: there is a front room with eight 2-seat tables, and one booth for 4-5 people; and a back room with just three booths for 3-4 people, and one table for 4 people.

While waiting in line, I only saw three Wild Parrots of San Francisco flying over Washington Square Park ~ it seems it was even too early for them; apparently they hadn't been informed about the whole stupid Daylight Saving Time idiocy.

I was tempted to order the Weekend Special ~ French Toast Sampler trio: Banana Nut (bread), Swedish Cinnamon, and Cranberry Orange Walnut (bread) topped with bananas and fresh fruit/berries, but instead decided on Farmers[2] Momelette ~ Fresh Baby Spinach, Sautéed Leeks, Goat Cheese, and Bacon (which, of course, I skipped, Glen); served with Grilled Red Potatoes and Your Choice of Toast: White, Wheat, Rye, or Sourdough Baguette[3]. (My choice was the sourdough baguette. Here's a little know fact, Cliff: the word "baguette" actually comes from the French word for "little bag or sack", as this was what was normally used to carry the fresh-baked loaves back from the local boulangerie.) I also had a cuppa coffee and a large glass of orange juice.

This was a very good choice; it was filled with lots of fresh spinach, plus the grilled leeks and goat cheese all worked very well together. I am sure I would have enjoyed their Trio de Pain Perdu, aussi… next time.

Mamas offers as condimentary supplements Tabasco® (both the standard red and the green Jalapeño) and Tapatío®; but I went with two from my own collection: some Palo Alto Fire Fighters Pepper Sauce (Thanks agains, Amys!) on the Momelette, and some Big Papi En Fuego Hot Sauce ~ Original Mild on the potatoes. I was sure to use some of their home-made raspberry jam (which was excellent as ever) on the sourdough baguette toast.

Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Farmers Momelette ~ 7.2

[1] For those of you that have never been to North Beach or even San Francisco, Coit Tower is a minor tourist attraction:

It's not a "must see", but if you have the time, it is a "worth seeing"; the 360-degree views of the San Francisco Bay are excellent on a clear day.

[2] This was written as "Farmers" ~ plural, like yesterday's "Hunters Scramble". I would like to see them be able to seat a bunch of hungry agrarians in their small restaurant, though.

[3] I hope you really didn't buy that other stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer.

Véridique, stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day:

The word "baguette" comes from French, from Italian "baccheta" meaning "a little stick", from Latin "baculum" meaning "a stick".

Speak softly, but carry a large loaf of bread, Mr. Roosevelt?

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