Ella’s

"The one with the fried egg sandwich with cheddar cheese, pesto aioli, organic baby arugula, avocado, on house made brioch (sic) bun."

http://www.ellassanfrancisco.com/

(Do I really need to explain today's EweToob selections? Well, it was a bit rainy this morning and these were the only songs that came to mind other than the Weather Girls one-hit-wonder.)


I headed back over to Laurel Heights to Ella's (see last 'blog-entry from February 2nd, 2013, Phil) for breakfast ~ which they actually refer to as "Brunch" ~ this morning, but they open up plenty early enough (8:30am on Saturdays and Sundays) to forgive that snooty nomenclature. I sat ringside at the bakery/prep-kitchen area counter again.

There were several good choices from which to choose off this weekend's "Brunch" menu: potato scramble (with grilled squash, spinach, pinenuts, and lemon herb goat cheese); strawberry ricotta pancakes (with Coombs Family Farms pure maple syrup, Vermont); and house made sausage scramble (with spinach, roasted red peppers, Kalamata olives, and Feta ~ basically a Greek scramble, which I could have ordered without the dead, decaying stuffed pork intestines). I ended up ordering the fried egg sandwich with cheddar cheese, pesto aioli, organic baby arugula, avocado, on house made brioch (sic) bun; served with homefried potatoes. I also had a glass of Ginger Orange Juice Punch and a cuppa coffee.

This definitely wasn't your typical fast-food breakfastary clown sandwich, bro'. A homemade brioche (or brioch) bun beats plain ol' English muffins any day. It was made with lots of fresh avocado (I shudder to think what Ronald and his group of fools would do with fresh avocados) and had a pretty decent pesto aioli (from what I could tell before I somewhat ruined it ~ see explanation in the following paragraph).

Ella's has for condimentary supplementation just Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (the standard red and green Jalapeño). So I used some of my own Cholula® (Thanks, Brian!) liberally on the potatoes and just four (4, quattro, quatre, vier) drops (carefully metered out, or so I thought) of Blair's Sudden Death Sauce with Ginseng[1] ~ Feel Alive!® (Thanks a lot, mom!) on the sandwich. Oops! I kinda killed the flavour of the whole sandwich by over-spicing it up. It doesn't sound like a lot, but four drops of that damned Devil's sweat really was about two drops too many. Several refills of coffee helped a bit to curb the heat some.

And, for the record, no stupid parklets were harmed (or seen) during the making of this 'blog-entry.


Glen Bacon Scale Rating: fried egg sandwich, etc. ~ 6.4


1. Stupid, useless cunning linguist/pseudo-horticultural pointer of the day:

"Ginseng" derives from the Chinese term "rénshēn" ("人参"). "Rén"  means "man" and "shēn" means a kind of herb, referring to the root's characteristic forked shape, which resembles the legs of a man.

Like adding "ginseng" as an ingredient to this Scoville Scale abomination makes it a "health food". It just means that your tears of pain will now be laced with stimulants.

I could not confirm whether "stim-py" means "dimwitted cat" in Chinese, though.