I don't know about you, but after nine days straight riding on the same d*mn horse, I would've given it a d*mn name already...
"Butt-ache" sounds about right to me.
http://thecavaliersf.com/
Location: 360 Jessie Street (on the corner of 5th Street)
Hours: breakfast daily beginning at 7:00am
Meal: (the simply-enough named) Frittata ~ hen of the woods mushroom[1], Swiss chard, chevre, and mixed greens (these were on the side, not in the frittata itself); a side of Crispy Potatoes; and a cuppa (and one refilla) saint Frank Coffee Las Palomas (Guatemala)
http://www.saintfrankcoffee.com/
(Today's equine EweToobular juxtaselections should be easy to figure out if you know the word root of "cavalier" and "cavalry"[2].)
I have never had breakfast (nor "Brunch", nor dinner, for that matter) at the Cavalier before (and I am not just saying that offhandedly). It's kinda hidden around the corner on Jessie Street (which is really just an alley, anyway) and can be easily overlooked. It is directly across the street from the old San Francisco Mint building and is basically the house restaurant for Hotel Zetta. It's a medium-sized restaurant, which they call "a London inspired brasserie". In keeping with their whole horsified-theme, the place is festooned with figures of horses, paintings of equestrians, and the like. For a swanky downtown joint (adjacent to a swanky downtown hotel), it was nice to see that they open up very early in the morning.
the Cavalier really only offers a handful of items on their breakfast menu (be you either a stupid vegetarian-type or a dead, decaying fleshetarian-type). Otherwise, I was looking at ordering either Buttermilk Pancakes (Amaretto and brown butter golden syrup) or Breakfast Sandwich (fried hen egg [Is it really necessary to specify "hen egg"?], crispy bacon, pepper cress, shallot, and mustard dresssing; I would have, of course, ordered that without the dead, decaying porcine junk). With either of those dishes, I would probably have had to order a side of their Crispy Potatoes, too.
Additionally, after 10:00am on the weekends, they have a "whole nother" separate "Brunch" menu that offers a few more choices, such as: Baghdad Eggs (sunny side hen eggs [Again with the "hen eggs"?], brown butter, toasted garlic, chile lemon and mint on a grilled sourdough levain); Tomato Benedict (crispy fried hen egg [See?], rosemary ham [No thanks, Miss Clooney!], cucumber, dill and crème fraîche); or Shakshuka (baked hen eggs [ditto], spicy tomato sauce, peppers, onions, crispy pancetta [even when you fancy-it-up and say it in Italiano, bacon is still a no-go for me], yogurt and toasted baguette). Because of these interesting-sounding choices, I just might have to make a later (after 10:00am, that is) return trip in the future.
I can not be sure (I asked the friendly waiter-server-dude and he said that he did not know either), but this may have had some smoked paprika in with the egg mixture. I tasted something smoky in there, but it just might have been the combination of flavours from the mushrooms, Swiss chard, Chèvre, and hot sauce that I had added on top. They stated on the menu that this was made with "hen of the woods mushroom"; however, I am pretty sure they were either enoki[3] or some similar small mushroom. Either way, I enjoyed the frittata a lot.
The side of Crispy Potatoes were exactly that ~ crispy and crunchy and burnt (in a good way) ~ and very tasty. Apparently these are deep-fried (I asked the friendly waiter-server-dude again), but were completely un-greasy. I am glad that I did order a side of potatoes (not only because they were extremely good, but) because the side of rabbit-food (spinach and some other mixed greens and lettuces, etc.) that came with the frittata would not really have been enough for even my appetite.
Their web-site still shows that they offer Stumptown® Coffee, but needs to be updated with the much more local saint Frank Coffee. I have had Stumptown® Coffee before and know it is very good on its own (well, on its own in a Coffee mug), but I was glad to be able to try a new (to me) local roastery output. Sure, San Francisco might not quite be the Coffee Haven that Seattle currently is, but Seattle also doesn't have any trolley cars or seals as international tourista attractions. Speaking of Coffee mugs, mine had the French words "Le Creuset"[4] imprinted around the base.
the Cavalier only had Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce) for condimentary supplementation. I used some of my own Old St. Augustine Datil Pepper Sauce (Thanks, Cindy & Greg!) on the frittata and some Hot Licks® Serrano
Hot Sauce (Thanks, Brian!) on the extra-crispy potatoes. The friendly waiter-server-dude noticed my selection of hot sauces and commented on them. Apparently he is also an aficionado of salsas picante. He also informed me that human taste-buds
regenerate every twelve days (I am too lazy to look up that factoid on the Intro-Net, so I will just take him at his word).
Another the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude
After breakfast, while I was standing on the corner of 5th and Market, a rather large pandemonium (about twenty to twenty-five) of the cherry-headed, caterwauling avian dinosaurs flew overhead heading southwest (towards the Mission, perhaps).
Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
(the simply-enough named) Frittata ~ 6.8;
(the aptly-enough named) Crispy Potatoes ~ 7.3;
saint Frank Coffee Las Palomas ~ 6.9;
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5
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1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grifola_frondosa
2. Okay, for those of you that don't know the word root or are just too d*mn lazy to look it up yerd*mnselves.
Stupid, useless cunning linguist/etymological pointer of the day, number one:
Cavalier
n.
1580s, from Italian cavalliere "mounted soldier, knight; gentleman serving as a lady's escort", from Late Latin caballarius "horseman", from Vulgar Latin caballus, the common Vulgar Latin word for "horse" (and source of Italian cavallo, French cheval, Spanish caballo, Irish capall, Welsh ceffyl), displacing Latin equus (see equine).
3. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enokitake
4. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro deux:
"Le creuset" means "the crucible" in French. I have no idea what it means in Coffee, though.
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