Saturday, April 26, 2014

Bistro Restaurant at Cliff House

"procrastination is the 
art of keeping
up with yesterday"
~ archy the cockroach (Don Marquis)

Place: Bistro Restaurant at Cliff House
Location: 1090 Point Lobos (at the end of the Earth/Ocean Beach)
Hours: open for breakfast Monday - Saturday at 9:00am and Sunday at 8:30am (they don't specify what hours they are open for the other days of the week)
Meal: Joe's Special Scramble ~ Scrambled Eggs with Sautéed Ground Beef, Onions, Mushrooms, Spinach, topped with Parmesan Cheese; and a basket of (World) Famous Cliff House Popovers(!)

(Just a couple of EweToobular videos of the same classic Blues song. The first one is Robert Johnson's iconic original and the second one is Elmore James' 1950's excellent Slide Guitar take on it.)

In closing out my Breakfastary Rotation, I headed back to Bistro Restaurant at Cliff House (see last ‘blog-entry from January 21st, 2014).

Return to Escape from Raccoon Island interlude

As it is basically on the way (well, it is also westward from my apartment), I stopped by Raccoon Island this morning before heading over to BR@CH. There really were no raccoons "upon atom" at that ungodly early hour (for nocturnal rodents and Hipster Doofi alike), but I did see and hear one very noisy Red-tailed Hawk. I made sure to give him a piece of my mind (and eventually ended up chasing him off with my gawd-awful hawk-call imitation). Thus, there aren't really any photos this morning ~ the stupid Red-tailed Hawk was way too high in the treetops for me to get a good shot of him.

(end of strange interlude, Mr. O'Neill)

It is a shame that there are just four to five items from which to chose on the breakfast menu, and this is counting those from which I can always omit the dead, decaying animal flesh. However, unlike poor grindz last week, there is little chance of BR@CH ever being DFA'd from my Breakfastary Rotation… as long as they keep serving their (World) Famous Cliff House Popovers(!) (of which there were only three this morning), of course!

I think I have also about exhausted all of the walls of autographed Hollywoodland photos by now, so here is a shot of Seal Rocks taken from my seat at the window.

Stupid Homophobia and Homophobiacs mini-Rant 

I am pretty fed up with all of this homophobia that is rampant on the Intro-Net these days. And it's not so much the small-minded bigotry and hatred that is normally associated with that word, what truly bugs me is that etymologically it makes absolutely no sense! The word/prefix "homo-" comes from the Greek word "όμοιος/(ómoios)" meaning "similar/same" (e.g. homogeneous, homonym, homograph, home-for-the-holidays, etc.), and is combined with the Greek word for "fear", "φοβία/(phovía)". Apparently this means that the geniuses in the Robertson family must be afraid of other rich, duck-hunting red-necks. I would say that we should try to find a cure for this "phobia", but there really is no amount of psychological counseling or psychochemical drugs that will ever change these hateful bastages minds. Homophobia is stupid (both the word and the emotion), so just stop hating people for having a different sexual demeanour than you do.

(end of mini-rant; now back to breakfast, ya buncha homo… sapiens)

This is always a pretty good choice and it was chopped-full-o' mushrooms and spinach. Why is spinach normally in the singular? There were actually several spinaches in my scramble. Of course, I requested the scramble without any grounded-up, dead, decaying bovine flesh. 

This morning's side of fruits included grapes, strawberry (I am writing it in the singular as there really was just a half piece today), cantaloupe, honeydew melon, and watermelon.[1]

As soon as they were brought out (fresh and hot from the oven), I had the first of the three Popovers(!) with butter and orange marmalade[2] on one half and butter and strawberry jam on the other half. The other two I just buttered while they were still warm/hot. I only had about ¾ of one left by the time the meal was brought out.

BR@CH only offers Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (the standard red) for condimentary supplementation. I went with some of my own Florida Gold Premium Habanero Hot Sauce (Thanks, Kerry!) all over the scrambled mess and just a few drops of Big Papi En Fuego Hot Sauce Off The Wall Triple Hot (Thanks again, Kerry!) on the potatoes.

Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Joe's Special Scramble ~ 6.6; (World) Famous Cliff House Popovers(!) ~ 8.2

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

Today's fruits in Greek:

Grape ~ σταφύλι
Strawberry ~ φράουλα
Cantaloupe ~ δεν μπορεί να το σκάσουμε
Honeydew melon ~ μελιτώματος
Watermelon καρπούζι

2. Stupid, useless cunning-linguist/pseudo-culinaristic pointer of the day, numéro deux:

"Marmalade" was borrowed from the French word "marmelade", Lady. This in turn came from Galician-Portuguese "marmelada". In Portuguese, "marmelo" means "quince", apparently "marmelada" was originally a preserve made from quinces. The Portuguese word for quince derives from Latin "melimēlum" (meaning "honey apple"), which in turn comes from Greek "μελίμηλον/(melímēlon)" ~ from "μέλι/(meli)" (meaning "honey") and "μηλον/(mēlon)" (meaning "apple").

Interestingly enough, the Greek word for "marmalade" ("jam") is "μαρμελάδα/(marmelada)"; so, apparently, they have taken this word back as a cognate from either the Portuguese, the French, or the English word.

None of which has anything to do with a big cartoon Great Dane, of course.

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