Breadbelly

Kaya von Dios?![1]

https://breadbellysf.com/


Place: Breadbelly

Location: 1408 Clement Street
(near the corner of 15th Avenue)

Hours: open at 8:00am Wednesday to Monday (so, basically, they are closed on Tuesdays)

Meal: Kaya Toast ~ griddled Breadbelly milk bread, coconut-pandan jam; Gyeran-Bbang ~ sweet cornbread, Korean chili (by which, I am guessing they mean "Gochujang"[2]), Cheddar cheese, soft jidori egg[3]; and, once again, a cuppa Wrecking Ball Colombia Cauca El Totoró to drink 

https://www.wreckingballcoffee.com/collections/all/products/colombia-cauca-el-totoro-12oz

(I am not sure how this Bruce Springfield-guy feels about coconut-pandan jam...but the point is probably moot. Ever since he lost the girl to that Jessie-guy, he has been in kind of a funk, anyway.)


I returned to the scene of last Sunday's crime, and ate at Breadbelly (see initial 'blog-entry from Sunday, June 2nd, 2019) again this morning. (Yeah, so, maybe I am running outta new places at which to breakfast.)

There are still a few other good ideas that I will probably check-out in the near future:

Breakfast Sando ~ fried egg, ham (which I would have substituted with avocado), braised kale, Gruyère, fermented chili (I was told last week that this included more dead, decaying porcine junk in it, so I would also have to 86 that ingredient);

Smashed Cucumber & Avocado ~ dressed with naam prik nuum[4] (Thai chili-lime vinaigrette), basils[ sics ] (one of the always-patient counter-guys informed me that the dressing has fish-sauce in it, but they could make this with another vinaigrette; I saw this dish on another table this morning and it looked pretty d*rn good; I wonder if they could add a poached egg to it to make it a bit more breakfastary);

or possibly

Mushroom Barley Broth ~ Maitake & English peas, roasted barley tea, Chinese cabbages.

I did not see any "Brass Monkey" listed on the Drinks menu this morning (which is okay, I really was not in the mood for any Beer-orange juice concoction this morning), but there was a Matcha Cappuccino that I had missed last week. I had to ask about that (Re-lax! I pestered the poor counter-guys a lot less than I did last week.) and was informed that it is not a Coffee/Espresso-based drink, but it is made with chrysanthemum tea (or something like that). Which is good, 'cause I would think that Matcha and Coffee would not be a perfect matcha (Get it? Matcha... matcha... whatever!).

So this was basically a "sweet and savoury" pastry-shop combination breakfast for me. (Well, seeing as I had mostly finished the Gyeran-Bbang before they had even brought out the Kaya, more like "savoury and sweet".)

I liked the cornbread-egg-thing; it was made with lotsa whole corn kernels in the batter. I did not find it overly spicy, though. I bet some gochuchang drizzled on top of it would really have added to it.

Now, the Kaya was really a stand-out for me (even if it was all rather a bit simple in design). This was kinda like an egg-less French toast; however, I would not think that it would be considered Vegan-friendly if their "milk bread" contains actual bovine juice in it. The coconut-pandan jam had a strange and interesting taste... I can not explain it, but it still had a very nice flavour. I liked this enough so much so, that I am calling this "My Favourite New (not necessarily) French Toast of 2019" (well, for now, at least). I have no idea if this dish is actually named after the Bob Marley song, but the fluorescent green colour of the jam is similar to the colour used on the lettering of the album of the same name (this is one of the things that I probably mighta-shoulda asked the poor counter-guys... next time). I and I am sure that Bob would much di fuud im be proud a, man!

I still did not ask what condimentary supplementation Breadbelly might have had to offer. For a change, I did not even bother schlepping any of my own bottles of hot sauces with me this morning. Nothing much was really needed this morning, anyway.

Strange Dietary Restrictions of the 21st Century Interlude

(While this story may not be actually breakfastarily related, it still involves "food" and that is good enough with me.)

It seems that everyone these days has their own set of dietary restrictions, whether those are religion-based, allergy-based, self restricted-based, or morally-based. Last Friday night this came into play because both of my dining companions each possess their own gastro-afflictions. 

I met with two very old friends ~ I have known Jordan now since the Summer of 1979 (Man, is he old!) and his wife, Pam, since December 1982 (when she was "just" our roommate at the time... uh-huh!) ~ on Fisherman's Wharf to have dinner. Jordan is a bit lactose-intolerant, Pam has wheat/gluten-allergies, and, of course, I am of the st*pid vegetarian ilk. So, to find a restaurant that might be able to cater to all of our needs might prove to be a bit difficult. (Thankfully, there were no Hindu, Muslim, or Jewish friends joining us for dinner that night or we woulda had to really tighten our search.) Luckily, there are many (many, many) different restaurants from which to choose along that particular tourista-haven. A few ideas were either an Italiano seafood joint[5], where I could always get some kinda salad (bo-ring! What am I? Some kinda silly rabbit?!) or at least a basic pasta (non-fishy-based) dish, or Thai or Korean restaurants.

We finally decided on Surisan, a Korean restaurant (mainly because I really like the place and it was only a two block walk from where we had met up). I had eaten breakfast there a few times before (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, October 14th, 2017) and have been wanting to check out their dinner fare, anyway. It was pretty funny as we all ended up ordering basically the same dish ~ Dolsot Bibimbap[6]. The only differences were that Jordan went with the "beef" option, Pam had the "seafood" variety (read: those dead, decaying aquatic bugs), and I had the only intelligent choice ~ "tofu". 

Pam was smart enough to ask them first if they used any soy sauce in the dish, as soy sauce usually has wheat as a main ingredient in it. I had never even thought of Bibimbap as being soy sauce based, though. It was lucky that Pam had asked, because they do use soy sauce in this dish, but they were able to make it for her without any undo gluten-junk affecting her.

We all really enjoyed our meals. And afterward, Jordan even partook of a night-cap of a once-in-a-while treat of Ice Cream with Pam and me. (For which, I am sure he suffered a bit on the long drive back to Moffett Field where they were staying the night.)

Of course, your nonna italiana or ελληνική γιαγιά would have none of this!


Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Gyeran-Bbang ~ 6.8;
Kaya ~ 7.0;
Wrecking Ball Colombia Cauca El Totoró ~ 7.2

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1. ¡¿Gott it, señor?!

(I am sure that any cunning linguist that is fluent in both Español y/und Deutsch will get these st*pid puns/spoonerism.)

2. https://mykoreankitchen.com/gochujang-korean-chili-paste/

3. "Say whaaaa', Brian?!"

https://www.samuelsseafood.com/products/jidori-eggs/

Just think Japanese "free-range chicken" eggs, d*mmit!

4. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nam_phrik_num

5. Yeah, sorry, did you really think that you could get away without one st*pid, useless (be it only pseudo-)cunning linguist/culinaristic pointer of the day?

The Italiano seafood joint that I was thinking of taking them to is called "Cioppino's" (pronounced "Chip-ee-no's").

http://cioppinos.letseat.at/

Now this is where it gets fun (and is one of my favourite pseudo-cunning linguist pointers). The word "Cioppino" is not an actual Italiano word, nor is it derived from someone's Italiano name.

I will just let il restaurante Cioppino's explain it to you (and this comes directly off their web-site):

The origin of both the dish and the name came from the Italian fishermen in the early 1900's, when Fisherman's Wharf was still called Meigg's Wharf. Someone would make the rounds of the moored fishing boats, calling out for for contributions to a common, festive stew. One fisherman would toss a nice, fat fish into the bucket, another would drop in a succulent Dungeness crab, another some herbs and vegetables. The cry that prompted each contribution was "Chip In!, Chip In!". But coming from an Italian throat, this American slang had to end in a vowel. And the "in" was, of course "een". So "Chip-een-o" was born.

6. https://mykoreankitchen.com/dolsot-bibimbap/

6th & B

I do not always eat "healthy", but when I do, this is the kinda "healthy" junk I like to eat...

http://www.6thandb.com/


Place: 6th & B

Location: 452 Balboa Street
(on the corner of 6th Avenue)

Hours: open Thursday - Monday at 8:00am

Meal: quinoa bowl ~ gold and red quinoa, market vegetables (they did not specify from which market; however, in today's bowl they musta purchased their vegetables from some "vile" market like W*lmart, because there were a few pieces of "the vile weed" thrown into the mix), poached egg + avocado; and, to drink, a glassa fresh-squeezed sweet green ~ spinach + pear + lemon + apple (thankfully, none of the "green" was due to "the vile weed")

(Today's EweToobular juxtaselections are mainly based upon this semi-annual st*pid Daylight Savings Time imposed upon those of us that are temporally-challenged. Plus, the Bob video is because they were playing his music exclusively  this morning the entire time that I was eating at the restaurant. I may have lost [or gained, I never know with this foolishness] an hour this morning, but at least I could enjoy my breakfastary repast with a little Bob to make up for the time.)


I did not want to waste any more "time" this morning, so I kept it all pretty local and headed back over to 6th & B (see last 'blog-entry from Sunday, February 4th, 2018).

This was only my third visit there for breakfast (I had also eaten there once before for lunch). There are still a few other viable breakfast options for stupid vegetarian-types:

egg[ sic ] benedict ~ two poached eggs[ sics ], spinach, Hollandaise (while they prefer to stylize everything in the minuscule, I am majusculing this Frenchy mother sauce name), house potatoes (their version of homefries are first-rate, too);

lemon ricotta pancakes ~ seasonal fruit (I just hope it is not more of "the vile weed" season), organic maple syrup;

french toast ~ brioche bread, coconut milk batter (interesting), seasonal fruit (see above comment), organic maple syrup;

or

b toast ~ 2 eggs, cheese, avocado, baked on vienna (again, minusculed) white bread, mini salad (if I were to order this one ~ and I might just be doing that on my next visit ~ I would definitely force myself into ordering a side of their house potatoes [minuscule or not]).

Not to worry, for any of you dead, decaying meatetarians, they offer several interesting dishes for your ilk, too:

b mix-up ~ scrambled egg, potato, crumbled bread, bacon, pulled pork, sweet onion, fried tomato (I have no idea what this dish would even look like, but it does sound intriguing);

tonkatsu sandwich ~ panko-crusted pork cutlet, aioli, house worcestershire (again, mini-schooled) sauce, cabbage, house potatoes (this dish would probably be in honour of their japanese [See? Two can play at this minuscule game!] heritage); 

or 

loco moco ~ angus beef patty, 2 eggs sunny side up, onions, mushroom, gravy, white rice, scallions.

Sadly, they no longer offer the very tasty sweet porridge (which I had on my previous visit). The owner/manager-lady told me that they stopped offering it because no one was ordering it... St*pid customers! What the h*ck do they know about good food?!

Even though the sweet green mighta had a sickly nookular hue to it, it was one mighty tasty/sweet-*ss drink. The pear and apple flavours definitely overpowered the spinach (and I love spinach).

This was one HUGE bowl o' steaming quinoa with lots of (other than the aforementioned "vilocity") good junk in it, which included (at least): sweet potato, mushrooms, julienned bell peppers (gold, orange, and red), (even more) spinach, and possibly some kale or chard. Extra kudos goes to the restaurant for not labeling the vegetables as "market veggies (uggh!)". I suppose this dish coulda been alternately named "Egg(s) Simón (José Antonio de la Santísima Trinidad Bolívar Palacios Ponte y Blanco)"[1].

For condimentary supplementation, 6th & B had Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce), Tapatío® Salsa Picante Hot Sauce, and Frank's® RedHot (Original). Once again (in a dubiously valiant effort to try to use up at least one more bottle from my refrigerator), I used some of my own Pepper Palace Chocolate Habanero Hot Sauce (Thanks, Greg & Cindy!)  on top of the poached egg. Now, the hot sauce poured out juuuust a bit more quickly than I was expecting and I might have overdone it a bit, but, at least, the runoff/overrun covered some of "the vile weed" junk making that a bit more palatable.


the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude

After breakfast, while taking a little walk along Balboa Street (near the corner of 5th Avenue), I heard a few of the noisy little chatter-heads and looked up to see a small pandemonium (about three or four of them) flying overhead southbound (towards Golden Gate Park?).


Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
quinoa bowl ~ 6.8;
sweet green ~ 7.0;
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5

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1. Okay, so maybe to get that silly little joke, you might have to understand that quinoa was first cultivated for human consumption in the Andes Mountains, along the Bolivian (Now do ya get it?) and Peruvian borders of the Lake Titicaca basin, three to four thousand years ago.

Frjtz

Ut Fiat... Prandium?![1]

https://www.frjtzfries.com/


Place: Frjtz

Location: 3412 17th Street 
(near the corner of Valencia Street)

Hours: "Brunch" is served everyday[ sic ] from 9:00am

Meal: Louise (Belgian Waffle) ~ Bananas Foster (contains Rum) with nutella®, caramel, whipped cream; a side order of "Small" Frjtz with two dips/sauces ~ Ginger Orange Mayo ('cause it is breakfast and you need your Vitamin C) and White Truffle Artichoke Ketchup; and to drink (keeping with the whole Belgian theme [Belgisch thema/Thème belge/Belgisches Thema]) a 0,33L glassa Hoegaarden® Witbier (which I christened as a "Belgian Mimosa", the waitress/server-lady person seemed to like that one)

https://hoegaarden.com/beer/hoegaarden/


Also in keeping with this whole Eleventh Hour/Day/Month-theme, I figured what better way to celebrate Veterans Day 2018 than to eat at a Belgian eatery kinda place, so I headed back to Frjtz (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, August 3rd, 2013). (I bet not many people were aware that right next to Flanders Field is Simpsons Field... I read it on the World Wild Webs, so it has to be true.) So, Belgian Waffles, Belgian Fries, and Belgian Beer[2] it was to be this morning.

Since my last visit there, they have moved around the corner from their old Valencia Street location. This new space is much smaller (by half, at least) than the former location. It only has eight tables for two and eight seats at the counter-area by the kitchen. Luckily, I was the only idiot there that early in the morning and had the entire joint to myself.

Their original location on Hayes Street (well, the second original location on Hayes Street ~ they seem to like to move next-doors) and their restaurant in Ghirardelli Square (which was my favourite location of the three; it had great views overlooking Aquatic Park/Aquatic Cove) have both been closed now for several years. I wish they had other (closer) locations in the city.

One thing I really like about their "Brunch" and standard menu items is that there are so many good things from which to choose: scrambled eggs dishes, poached eggs dishes, omelettes, pancakes, French (well, Belgian-French) toast, savoury crêpes, several French fries-based dishes (which they have labelled as "Stoner Frjtz"), and, of course, Belgian waffles. There are simply way too many to list all of them, but a few other choices that I was eyeing were:

the Guggenheim ~ three egg scrambled with mushrooms, spinach, veggie (uggh!) salami, Feta cheese, and cilantro pesto served with home-fried potatoes (this was going to be my original order until I decided to go all-Belgium);

L'accademia ~ two poached eggs with spinach, tomato-basil sauces and Hollandaise sauce on English muffins, served with home-fried potatoes;

the Benaki ~ three egg omelet with Feta cheese, tomato, green onion, Kalamata olives and spinach served with home-fried potatoes;

Belvedere ~ Bananas Foster Rum French toast, topped with whipped cream, caramel, and bacon (less the dead, decaying pork-belly stuff, this is basically what I had today in waffle-form, anyway);

(off the Stoner Frjtz portion of the menu)

Greek ~ extra virgin olive oil, Meyer lemon brine, oregano, Feta cheese; 

or

Vegetarian Poutine (which they have mispelded on their on-line menu as "Putine", but I did see it spelt kerrektly on their printed menus; this was also a viable back-up option this morning if I had not already gone and waffled).

This turned out to be a very sweet dish (with the Bananas Foster sauce, caramel, nutella®, and whipped cream, it was to be expected). I really did not need to add (but I did, anyway) the small plastic ramekin of maple syrup that came on the side (and, yes, I did have to try a French fry... or two... dipped into this amalgam of sweet sauces; it really wasn't half-bad). I do not think they really even needed the additional 
nutella® in this; it probably would have been better without it. The waffle was a bit over-cooked and that made it extra crunchy, which also made it harder to eat; I am not really complaining, just pointing it out.

Whatever I was going to order for the main breakfast, I was going to make sure to get a side order of their French fries. It is a main reason to eat there. Due to the Ice Cream sundae glass/cone shape, the amount of fries looked way more than I could finish. However, there were really less than it looks there. They were piled pretty high, but I did manage to finish all of them (of course, I did end up leaving two bites of the waffle untouched).

The Belgian Mimosa actually paired very nicely with all the food; it is a bit citrusy, anyway. I think the first time that I ever had a Hoegaarden® Witbier was on Tenerife (the one in the Canary Islands, not the much more famous suburb of Boise, Idaho) during Christmas vacation 2003. The waitress/server-lady person told me that they no longer offer Stella Artois®. This really doesn't matter, as both of these breweries are now owned by the same Mega-corporation, Anheuser–Busch InBev, and the quality is not what it once was.

From what I could see, Frjtz only had Tapatío® 
Salsa Picante® Hot Sauce in the form of pre-bottled condimentary supplements, but this did not really matter as none was needed/none was used. Now I would not know a "white truffle" from a "brown Portobello", but I liked the flavour of the ketchup choice I made. They have about twenty different types of ketchups and mayonnaises from which to choose. "But, Brian, you ordered a 'vile white goop' dip, too? I thought you hated all things related to the Mayo Clinic." First off, this is not your everyday (see, that is the correct usage of this adjective) refrigerator-quality plain ol' Hellman's gunk; it is a fresh-made aioli/mayonnaise gunk. Secondly, when in Brussels, 
do as the Antwerpians do...

(another not so) Strange Coffee Interlude

Once again this morning, before heading out into the cold, cruel (and, this weekend, "very smoky") Sunday climes, I made me another cuppa gifted Coffee from Bettys (Thanks again, Greg & Cindy!). This time it was a cuppa the simply sublime Jamaica Blue Mountain. Someone tried to convince me yesterday that 
Jamaica was not a country on the African Continent, mon. Ha! Nice try! If Jamaica was not actually in Africa, why was Bob Marley always singing about that Hayley Selassie woman? Plus, do you expect me to believe that Coffee beans somehow magically floated across the Atlantic Ocean and planted themselves in the Blue Mountains of Jamaica. Some people!

https://www.bettys.co.uk/jamaica-blue-mountain


Happy Veterinarians Day to all!


Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Louise ~ 6.4;
Ginger Orange Mayo ~ 6.9;
White Truffle Artichoke Ketchup ~ 7.0;
Bettys Jamaica Blue Mountain ~ 8.2

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1. Stupid, useless cunning linguist (and a bit 
U.S. Air Force historical) pointer of the day, 
numerus unus/pars una:

The Latin phrase "Ut Fiat Libertas" used to be the motto of my old Air Force Squadron when I was stationed in Greece, 6916th Electronic Security Squadron (despite the electrocutionary moniker, we were not union members of IBEW... unless IBEW were actually a buncha spies, too) ~ "Home of the Proud Professionals". I think the best translation of this phrase would be: "That There Might Be Freedom." (Google Translate is giving me the direct translation: "so that it becomes the liberty of". Doesn't Mr. George Google know that you are not supposed to end a sentence a preposition with?) Of course, the old joke at our squadron was that it meant: "One Free Fiat."

Because today is the day that we honour past members of the Armed Forces (especially if they were animal doctors), I paraphrased the motto to make it a bit more breakfastarily sound. Hence, my titular phrase kinda means: "That there might be Breakfast."

Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, 
deel twee/deuxième partie/Zweiter Teil:

Just for the h*ck of it, here are the Dutch/French/German (respectively) translations of "Ut Fiat Libertas" (well, as best as I can come up with from the likes of Google Translate again):

Dat er vrijheid kan zijn.
Qu'il pourrait y avoir la liberté.
Dass dort Freiheit sein könnte.

Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, 
deel drie/partie trois/Teil drei:

"Breakfast" might be a universal language, but they say it three different ways even in one small country in Europaland:

Ontbijt
Petit Déjeuner
Frühstück

2. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, nummer twee/numéro deux/Nummer zwei:

Waffles

Wafels
Gaufres
Waffeln

French Fries

Frietjes
Frites
Pommes Frittes

Beer

Bier
Bière
Bier

GriddleGriddle FreshFresh

♪ "Savory Reggiano, dreadlock Rasta(?!?)...
Woy-yoy-yo, 
Woy-yoy-yoy-yo, 
Woy-yoy-yoy-yoy-yoy-yoy-yoy-yo!"[1] ♫ 

http://griddlefreshsf.com/

(Supposably this is their "official-type" web-site; however, whenever I click on the link to check out the menu or any other information it brings me to an EAT24 site. So you will just have to take my word for their offered food-stuff.)


PlacePlace: GriddleGriddle FreshFresh

LocationLocation: 40074007 24th24th StreetStreet 
(between NoeNoe and CastroCastro Streets);
phonicular contact: (415) 647-7037

HoursHours: open dailydaily 8:00am8:00am

MealMeal: Savory Reggiano ~ one egg sunny side up, arugula, Parmasan [ sic ], bacon sprinkled (which I 86-sprinkled), honey, basil, strawberry coulis; a side-order of Crispy Wedges; and to drink (which I had picked up about fifteen minutes before the restaurant opened and drank some while walking up and down 24th Street window-shopping ~ I ended up buying a nice oriel and jalousie) a small (12 oz) cuppa the House Coffee at Bernie's ~ a local coffee shop, where they exclusively serve La Coppa Coffee[2]

https://www.lacoppacoffee.com/

(There is absolutely no EweToobular juxtaselection for this song/video[3]. It just came to mind and I felt like sharing it here. For all I know, ol' Bob himself was a big fan of basil, honey, and strawberry [see what I did there with the colour progression of those ingredients?] on his French toast, too.)


It had been a while since I last ate at GriddleGriddle FreshFresh (see previous 'blog'blog-entryentry from SaturdaySaturday, JuneJune 29th29th, 20132013) or its sister-shop, MyMy CoffeeCoffee ShopShop (see last 'blog'blog-entryentry from SundaySunday, AugustAugust 21st21st, 20162016), so I figured it was time for another visit. I chose their location in Noe Valley because it had also been some time since I last galumphed along 24th Street (aka "Main Street Noe Valley").  

There were some very other tempting ideas for breakfast this morning (however, I really can not imagine any of these as being better than the choice I did choose):

Gooey Boule (French toast) ~ vanilla curd, crunch granola, berry coulis (I have no idea what this might look like, but this will definitely need to be tasted/tested on a future visit);

Tiramisu (French toast) ~ brioche bread, mascapone 
[ sic, also ~ something tells me that these guys are not of Italiano-descent ] sweet cream, cinnamon, Espresso (this is another one that truly needs a taste);

Parma Flavor (Eggs Benedict) ~ prosciutto (Hey, whadyaknow? They spelded this one kerrekt. Of course, I would have to ottantasei that dead, decaying porcine junk, too.), fresh Mozzarella (That makes due per due in this ingredient list!),  Roma tomato, Grana Padano (Woo-HOO! Can you say tre per tre?!), chive Hollandaise;

and off their "Specials" insert

Matcha Mochi Pancake (that is just fun to say, anyway) ~ berries, sweet cream, condensed milk; 

or

Brioche French Toast ~ Granny Smith apple sauce, sweet cream, toasted almond (they have this in the singular on the printed menu, but I am sure they actually include at least two almonds), baked cinnamon apple (this was going to be my initial pick, but I can not imagine it being better than what I had ordered either).

Additional, for those of you that are of the animaletarian-ilk, off their "Specials" insert, there was this rather ominous-sounding dish (sadly, which I do not think could viably be made vegetarian-friendly): Chorizo Tater Tot ~ chorizo, sour cream, pico de gallo, avocado, roasted jalapeño (where they excluded the tilde over the "ñ", but that is a common omission in many non-Mexican/Spanish joints), olive, onion, Cheddar, black bean, chipotle aioli.

I just have one word to describe this "new find": Omagawd!!! 

I was not sure how this dish was going to be presented. I pictured the egg laid (well, placed) on top of the French toast slices (à la some kinda take on a Croque Madame). The flavour combination of strawberry, basil, honey, and "Parmasan" (or Parmesan if you are keeping grammar-score [and this would be where the "Reggiano" portion of the dish's name would come from; I was sorta expecting it to be served by Hall of Famer "Mr. Straw-that-stirs-the-drink" hisd*mnself]) was unexpectedly a great one. I even added some of the arugula to a few bites and that worked very nicely, too. (I bet this also would be great with some rosemary, baby!) The strawberries on top were more of the stewed version, not really a "coulis". Technically (or culinarily, I suppose), a "coulis" should be a thick sauce made from puréed and strained vegetables or fruits. But what do I know? I am no Anthony Bourdain (and, sadly, he can not complain or comment on this any longer himself ~ R.I.P. Chef Bourdain).

Even though it is less than half-way (Am I being optimistic or pessimistic in my calculation there?) through 2018, I am claiming this as "My Favourite New French Toast Dish of 2018 Not Named Pain Perdu at Baker Street Bistro"!!!

The Crispy Wedges were very good, too. It made for a large meal for me, but I was glad I tried their take on deep-fried-homefries.

For condimentary supplementation, GriddleGriddle FreshFresh just has Cholula® Hot Sauce (Original) on the tables. I came prepared with a few bottles from my own hot sauce collection (not knowing if I was gonna go "sweet" or "savoury" for breakfast this morning; whereas, my entrée was actually both) and used some Hot Licks® Serrano Hot Sauce (Thanks, Brian! This is the next bottle that I am going to try to force-use up to free-up some more space on my refrigerator door-shelves.) generously ('cause I am just that kinda guy) all over the potatoes and a few drops of Old St. Augustine Datil Pepper Sauce (Thanks, Greg & Cindy!) on top of the egg.


GlenGlen BaconBacon ScaleScale RatingRating:
Savory Reggiano ~ 7.7;
Crispy Wedges ~ 7.0;
Bob Marley's "Buffalo Soldier" ~ 7.5

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1. I t'ink dis is jus' Jamaican Patois for: "Verrrry tasty French toast, Jah!" 

(That is not really to be considered as a stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer, though.)

2. Okay, if you really must have a stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer:

"La coppa" is Italiano for "the cup". Simples! 
(See? Sometimes this cunning linguist stuff ain't really scienza del cervello or chirurgia a razzo even.)

3. Years ago (and by "years ago", I mean that it must have been at least twelve to fifteen years ago now), my brother Kerry had made me a cuts-CD with a buncha Bob Marley cover-songs. This particular song was included on it along with many other great Bob-songs.