http://taylor-street-coffee-shop.cafes-city.com/ (Sorry. This is the best that they have to offer in the way of an "official"-type web-site. The "Menu" link is not even operable... yet?) Place: Taylor Street Coffee Shop Location: 375 Taylor Street (between Ellis and O'Farrell Streets) Hours: open daily at 7:00am(-ish) Meal: Morning Salad Combo ~ spring mix (aka "rabbit-food"... I wonder if they will change it to "summer mix" in a few days), (2) poached eggs, bacon (Yeah, no! Sorry, Glen.), tomato, (red) grapes, strawberry, Feta cheese, balsamic vinaigrette, served with English muffin, fresh fruit mix, small fresh squeezed OJ and a Coffee or hot tea
(The first EweToobular song is mainly because James was always one of my favourite of the Taylor Brothers [right after Billy D., of course]... and... Go RED SOX!!! The second video is just because while I was eating my breakfast this morning the origin of the word [and fabric] "Denim" popped into my head.[1] [Ya know, this Derek guy sounds an awful lot like the guy that did those lesser-known covers of J.J. Cale's songs "Cocaine" and "After Midnight" back in the 70's.]) Poifect timing! I arrived at Taylor Street Coffee Shop (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, April 21st, 2018) this morning juuuuust a little after 7:00am (let's say 7:02am or 7:03am) mistakingly thinking that the place did not open up until 7:30am and was planning on waiting outside for an half-hour or so until they did open up. However, there were probably nine or ten people already waiting in line ahead of me. With barely time to get my camera out to take the prerequisite 'blog-entry opening photo-shot of the restaurant-of-the-day, they were opening their doors for business for the morning. Luckily I had arrived when I did, because it filled up very quickly ~ even on a foggy San Francisco kinda late-Spring morn ~ by 7:10am. By the time I was done eating, there was a small line (ten to fifteen people?) of diners waiting to be seated whenever a table became empty. Having eaten there already several many times, I think that there is just one more item on their menu now that I need to check out ("... out which I need to check"... ?): Primavera (which they will probably be changing to Estate in a few more days, too) Omelet Combo ~ spinach, roastedtomato and mushroom egg white omelet. Fresh housemade (well... Coffee Shop-made) salsa. Served with English muffin, fresh fruit mix, small fresh squeezed OJ and a Coffee or hot tea.
I was not sure exactly (or even inexactly) what to expect from this dish, but the balsamic vinaigrette seemed to really tie it all together breakfastarily for me... plus, everything's just mo' betta with Feta! At first impression, I was thinking it looked like a lotta d*mn rabbit-food... well, if rabbits ate unhatched poultry ovi, too. All in all (and all for one! [well, all for me!]), this was a very simple, but nice and filling, meal for silly rabbit-types. I was initially thinking of also ordering a side of their hashbrowns upgraded with habanero infused onions, but I am glad that I did not. I would not have been able to finish everything if I had. I had opted for a large fresh-squeezed orange juice to drink and skipped the Coffee or tea (however, they did feel the need to charge me extra for the difference between the "small" to "large" orange juice, but did not feel the need to comp me for the no-Coffee/tea). Today's fresh fruit mix included: kiwi (botanically a berry, of course); cantaloupe (also botanically a berry); honeydew melon (ditto on the "also botanically a berry"); strawberries (however, not-a-botanical berry); (red) grapes (another botanical berry); blackberries (sorry, but if you thought this one was also a "botanical berry"... you lose!); blueberries (okay, this one is a botanical berry); orange slices (guess what?! this is also a botanical berry); banana slices (ha! another botanical berry); and apple slices (neither a berry botanically, nor even an aggregate fruit or an accessory fruit). As far as condimentary supplementation goes, Taylor Street Coffee Shop had Tabasco®Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce and Green Pepper Sauce) and Tapatío®Salsa PicanteHot Sauce. I went with some of my own H*ll's KitchenSmoky Bourbon Hot Sauce (Thanks, Mom!) on top of both poached eggs ~ it actually complemented nicely both the egg yolks and the balsamic vinaigrette. Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Morning Salad Combo ~ 6.5 ___________________
1. Many years ago (and by "many", I mean over thirty years ago now) I dated a woman that had once lived in Nîmes, France. (Man, she must be old now!) She told me that the local men had nicknamed her "Balcon" ~ a reference to her rather nicely protruding pectoral area. (Now, this was not the reason I dated her... well... not the only reason I dated her.) Anyway, she told me where the word "denim" had originated. It comes from the French phrase "serge de Nîmes", simply meaning "serge of Nîmes". (See, sometimes this cunning linguistic stuff ain't always chirurgie de roquette.) Plus, here is an extra-added little-known Cliff Clavinistic fact: The word "blue jeans" came from Levi Strauss' younger brother, who was named "Eugene". Originally, the term was known as "blue Genes". Levi wanted to throw the poor guy a bone after cashing in on the textile and clothing trade himself.*
*(Nah! That second paragraph was just a joke to see if you are paying attention... or are even still reading this far down into the 'blog-thing. Actually, the contemporary use of the word "jeans" probably comes from the French word for Genoa, Italy: Gênes. Even David Robert Jones and Mr. Peterson [Norm!] would agree with this etymology.)
"That'll be four cuppas on Mr. XV!" (It's okay, Karl, Mr. XV always wore silicon-coated long johns.) or Yet still another "Pay-it-forward (... or bugger-off!) Weekend"
http://www.honeyhoneycafeandcrepery.com/ Place: Honey Honey ~ Cafe & Crepery Location: 599 Post Street (on the corner of Taylor Street) Hours: open Monday - Sunday at 7:30am Meal: Mediterranean (Savory Crepe) ~ Cheddar, onion, tomato, Feta, artichoke, olives, avocado, served w/ salad, fruit, or potatoes; and, to drink for myself, a large glassa freshly-squeezed (right afore mine own two eyes with one of them crazy the Jetsonsorange-juicer/squeezer contraption things) orange juice
(I have no idea if Mikel Jollett, Steven Delopoulos, or even Mr. XV like[d] crêpes made with avocado, artichokes, and Feta or not [well, ol' Στέφανος probably knows of αυθεντική ελληνική Φέτα]; I just like both of these songs[1] and felt they were deserved today.) To start off this year's Pay-it-forward (... or bugger-off!) Weekend on the right foot (or maybe that should be "... on the left foot", I was never very good at that marching-thing ~ which might explain why I was stuck way in the back of my Flight as a Road-Guard in Basic Training [at least, I did get to use my cool Lackland Laser daily]), I made sure to give the counter-lady person at Honey Honey ~ Cafe & Crepery (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, May 19th, 2018) a coupla extra Abie Lincolns with which to pay for the next four standard cuppas for any customers that would be ordering after me and might want Coffee (as long as their names were not "Joseph Smith" or "Brigham Young", I suppose). This being only my fourth visit to this particular crêperie-type establishment, there are still several other good ideas on their menu for even stupid vegetarian (sorry, you Vegan-types are just gonna be outta luck ordering any kinda crêpes or omêlêttês): Eggplant (Savory Crepe) ~ Cheddar, tomato, garlic, fresh basil, sundried tomato, eggplant (this probably woulda been my order today if I had planned in advance); Suzette (Sweet Crepe) ~ orange zest, orange juice, sugar, and butter (which I would probably order with a side of their great homefries, too); Acapulco (Omelette) ~ Cheddar, salsa, avocado, sour cream, and black bean chili; Athens (Omelette) ~ Feta, spinach, and olives; or Cable Car (Omelette) ~ cream cheese, capers, red onion, smoked salmon (just without any of that dead, decaying piscine flesh, Mr. Rushdie).
Ooops! I had actually ordered this same crêpe on my initial visit to Honey Honey ~ Cafe & Crepery, I just forgot to check what I had already ordered before heading out the door. No biggie, it was still worth reordering, anyhow. I liked it again this morning. I just have three changes that I would make if I ever made crêpes myself (insert fat-chance, wildly laughing emoji here): 1) this really oughtta shoulda included authentic Kalamata olives, and not those sliced, tasteless, canned black olives; 2) I think that spinach in place of avocado mighta been a bit more Mediterraneany; and 3) there really was not much call 'round these parts for the Cheddar, Mr. Wensleydale; I bet Fontina or Provolone woulda made more sense geographically and tastily (just make sure not to use any cat-eating, excrementally runny Camembert, Ernie!). Of course, once again, I went with the side choice of homefried potatoes. These are truly some of the best homefries in town and worth a trip back over there all on their own recognizance. ("Salads?! We ain't got no salads! We don' need no salads! I don't have to show you any stinkin' rabbit-food!") For condimentary supplementation, Honey Honey ~ Cafe & Crepery has the Standard San Francisco Triumvirate of Hot Sauces: Tabasco®Brand Pepper Sauce (both Original Red Sauce and Green Jalapeño Sauce), Cholula®Hot SauceOriginal, and Tapatío®Salsa PicanteHot Sauce. I used some of my own Peaks of Otter PeppersCremation Drops Hot Sauce (Thanks, Greg & Cindy!) all over the potatoes (this one is only about as hot as your standard Lou'sianacayenne pepper sauce, so I used a fair to Midland-Odessa amount of it) and some Old St. AugustineDatil Pepper Sauce (Thanks, Cindy & Greg!) inside the crêpe (now this one is about as hot as any habanero hot sauce, so I went a bit more lightly with it, probably ten splashes/drops only). (another not so very) Strange Coffee Interlude Before even heading out into the mighty misty morn, I prepared myself a cuppa (via single pour-over funnel-thing) Cops & Doughnuts - Cops Coffee ~ Morning Shift (Medium Roast) (Thanks, Greg & Cindy [and possibly Amy, too]! [Please note, these felons are not related to the above hot sauce-gift-givers in any way.]). This is another Christmas gift that I am finally getting around to trying (in addition to already having three other opened bags of Coffee in my refrigerator, I still have another five 12oz to 16oz bags unopened in my freezer from Christmas and before). This is a very good, smooth, morning-style Coffee (but I am sure that I will enjoy it in the evenings as well). It is a very robust Coffee... even though it is made outta 100% Arabica beans. (hahaha... just a little Coffee-geek humor there.) https://copsdoughnuts.com/product/cops-coffee-12oz-bag-ground/ Additional, Pay-it-forward (... or bugger-off!) Interlude After breakfast and while on my way to the bus stop homeward, I saw a domicile-challenged guy out in front of the Walgreens on the corner of Geary and Taylor Streets. I had to stop in and top-off my Clipper® card anyway, so I figured I would give the guy a buck or two on my way out of the store. As luck would have it, I also had an extra umbrella that I had found on the bus earlier in the week (some people find money, I find umbrellas) in my backpack. It was not raining hardly enough for me to even bother breaking it out for use myself this morning, so I offered it to the guy when I walked outside. He was very grateful for the gift and told me his name was William. He also told me that someone had recently stolen an old umbrella that he had. I did also make sure to give William two Georgie Washingtons for later use. Not that I am expecting William to "pay-it-forward" with either his new (used/found) umbrella or cash to anyone else on the street, though. Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Mediterranean (Savory Crepe) ~ 6.7; excellent homefries (all on their ownsome) ~ 7.4 ___________________
1. Yeah, so, the second song may be one of them "Jesus"-y kinda songs. You gotta problem with that, take it up with Στέφανος and his boyos.
Because कर्म[1] is such a b*tch, you have to try to fool her once in a while...
http://www.cafemasonsf.com/ Place: Cafe Mason Location: 320 Mason Street (between Geary and O'Farrell Streets) Hours: your guess is as good as mine... possibly open 24 hours(???) every day of the week(???); they call their early morning meal "Brunch" on their menu, but I have eaten there as early as 6:30 (that would be of the ante meridiem mode), so they can be forgiven for that snootified moniker Meal: California Omelette ~ tomato, Jack cheese, cilantro & fresh herbs, where I Deluxe-d it and had avocado added (for an additional $1.50 extra), all omelettes and open face omelettes (frittatas) come with a choice of: hashbrowns, fresh fruit, or roasted tomato with herbs, and a choice of toast (nine grain, white, rye, English muffin, or sour dough); and to drink, a cuppa (with one-and-a-halfa refillas) Sunrise Coffee Company, Ltd - House Blend https://www.sunrisecoffee.net/
(For the record[vinyl only, of course], I would never be one to call Boy George "a 'man' with-or-without conviction"... ) Okay, so, I made a poor homeless guy (whose name is Andrew) cry this morning... and I am not gonna apologize for it in the least! Mainly because it was not out of any direct effrontery or abject meanness on my part, but due to simple human-kindness. (I like to perform random acts of kindness every once in a while to offset my normal bastagery. It always keeps 'em guessing.) And all I did was simply ask Andrew (and, by doing so, simply acknowledge his existence, which seemed to him to be the most important thing): "So, how are you doin' today?" After enjoying breakfast, while wandering around Union Square area, I had stopped in front of Bartlett Hall to check out the breakfastary menu in their front window to see if it would be worth-my-while to visit them for breakfast some other morning. (It turns out that there are not a lot of items from which to choose, and less-so for stupid vegetarians. However, they do offer Chilaquiles ~ with a tomatillo salsa ~ and that might merit a visit.) I was trying to mind my own business, but I overheard Andrew asking for some money from a couple of tourista-types that were passing by. They ignored his request and brusquely brushed past him. At that point, Andrew went all Joseph Merrick on them for completely ignoring him as if he did not even exist. So, I just turned around and asked him how he was doing. After the silent rebuke of them d*mn touristas, he seemed flabbergasted at any other human-bean recognizing him as one, too. He was literally so choked up that it took him a good minute or so just to get out his name after I introduced myself. I felt so bad for making him break-down on the street that I offered to buy him a sandwich at a nearby Subway® shop. (Andrew suggested the Subway® shop himself, because he told me that he ate there often.) After buying Andrew the 12" sandwich combo (of course, it was Andrew himself that had graciously decided to throw that in for me... ) which comes with chips and a drink, I also left him with another fiver for later in the day. Anyway, back to the breakfast portion of this silly li'l 'blog-thing (it is called "Breakfast at Epiphany's", not "Stupid Heartfelt Charities at Epiphany's", after all)... I went back to Cafe Mason (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, February 10th, 2018) for breakfast again this morning. This is why it is always important to have a viable back-up plan up your sleeve. One of these days, cafebean may very well be open again when I stop by (however, they were not at 7:46 this particular a.m.), but until that day I am making sure to always be prepared just like the Girl Scouts motto says. As it was still a little before eight o'clock when I arrived there, I was able to score the cool two-seater mini-booth again this morning. (See? Instant Karma's gonna get you... just add water.) One of the things that I really like about this joint (other than always getting a decent meal) is that they seem a bit on the international side. Not only are most of the waiters/waitresses-server persons normally from other countries, but the restaurant always seem to attract customers from all over the World. There were vier deutsche Frauen at the booth on one side of me and two Arab(-ish?) guys in the booth on the other side of me. Having eaten there several times now, I am running out of new ideas to eat. However, I still want to try theSpinach Crépes[ sic ] ~ homemade (restaurant-made, whatever) cream spinach soufflé topped with cheese and Mornay sauce. Additionally, they list Fresh Homemade Pumpkin Pancakes (3pc) on the on-line "Brunch" menu, but I did not see it listed anywhere on the printed menu; I will have to ask if it is still available on a future visit.
This was another very well prepared omelette dish, where the eggy-stuff was nice and fluffy (which I can never seem to get right at home). The added avocado was definitely the way to go and worth the Deluxe-ification option. My Mexican waiter-server person-guy (named Pily) pointing out the two slices of avocado displayed on top of the omelette: "There is more avocado inside... ". He was not lying. I peaked inside and there had to be a whole 'nother halfa avocado sliced/fanned-out inside. I went with the side options of hashbrowns and sourdough toast. After ordering and receiving the meal, I think what I probably shoulda done was get the side of fruits and ordered an additional side of hashbrowns. It might have been a bit of an overkill for my appetite, but they usually do a good job on the fresh fruit junk. I really do miss their version of homefries, though; they were excellent and one of my favourites in the city. Looking around, I saw that Cafe Mason now has the Standard San Francisco Triumvirate of Hot Sauces (Tabasco®Brand Pepper Sauce [Original Red Sauce], Cholula®Hot Sauce [Original], and Tapatío®Salsa PicanteHot Sauce); however, Pily only offered me a bottle of the plain ol' Tabasco® stuff) for condimentary supplementation. None of which would really have mattered, as I had come fully prepared with a few from my own collection and used some Sunbelt Plantations Vidalia®Onion & Jalapeno Pepper Hot Sauce (Thanks, Greg & Cindy! [There is maybe one dosage left in that bottle now.]) on top of the omelette and some Dragon's LairExtra HotCayenne & HabaneroHot Sauce (Thanks, Mom!) on the potatoes. (Another not so) Strange Coffee Interlude After three years-plus of eating there, I finally asked which brand of Coffee they serve at Cafe Mason. Pily informed me that they serve Sunrise Coffee Company, Ltd - House Blend. I was not familiar with this Washington- (the State, not the D.C.) based Coffee company. I know that I have enjoyed several cuppas over the years, though. Even if I hadn't enjoyed the flavour of the Coffee, free refillas are still free Coffee! the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude On my way over to Cafe Mason from yet still another denied return-visit to cafebean, when I was crossing Post Street at the corner of Mason Street, I heard a few of the cackling feather-brains, but when I looked up, I actually saw none. They must have been too high up atop one of the surrounding hotels. ... and, trust me, our Ms. कर्म ain't no tiny little Chameleon, she is a full-blown Tyrannosaurus Rex (or Regina, I suppose). Glen Bacon Scale Rating: California Omelette ~ 6.7; Sunrise Coffee Company, Ltd - House Blend ~ 6.9; the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5 ___________________
1. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day: For those of you that still can not read Sanskrit, "कर्म" is transliterated into English-speak as "Karma".
http://www.searsfinefood.com/ Place: Sears Fine Food~ Celebrating 80 Years Location: 439 Powell Street (between Post and Sutter Streets, just a half-block up from Union Square) Hours: open daily at 6:30am Meal: Crisp Pecan[1]Waffle; a side of hash brown potatoes; and a glassagrapefruit juice(which was served with a plastic straw... Ha!) I headed back once again to Sears Fine Food (see last 'blog-entry from Monday, March 13th, 2017) for breakfast this morning. I like that they open up very early every day for a downtown tourista location. This morning I sat at the diner counter which is near the front and to the left just as you enter. I was not even aware previously that it was there. The restaurant was basically empty when I had arrived around 7:00am, so I could have sat just about anywhere, anyway.
I liked that this waffle had lotsa pecans in it. Otherwise, it was just your basic Belgian waffle. However, with the butter plus maple syrup plus some fresh-squeezed orange juice (meaning I freshly squeezed it from the slice of orange garnish off my plate) plus the pecans, this all made for a very nice flavour combination. I also always like a place that offers two types of breakfastary potatoes; they also have home fried potatoes. I think for condimentary supplementation Sears Fine Food only has Tabasco®Brand Hot Sauce (Original Red Sauce). I just used some of my own H*ll's Kitchen®Chipotle Chocolate Hot Sauce (Thanks, Mom!) along with several grinds from my grains of paradise-grinder on the potatoes. Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Crisp Pecan Waffle ~ 6.3 ___________________
1. Stupid, useless cunning linguist/pseudo-botanicalistic pointer of the day: (This information is borrowed [stolen... potato ~ tomato] directly from the friendly folks at WikipediA. What can I say? I was lazy today.) The pecan (Carya illinoinensis) is a species of hickory native to Mexico and the Southern United States. "Pecan" is from an Algonquian word variously referring to pecans, walnuts, and hickory nuts, or more broadly to any nut requiring a stone to crack. (Once again, the saying "As 'merican as Apple Pie." really oughta shoulda read: "As 'merican as Pecan [or Pumpkin] Pie.", as apples are an Old World fruit and both pecans and pumpkins are New World food items.)
Breakfast on Geary (redux), Part 1C (or "The yolks on them!")
http://www.dailygrill.com/locations/daily-grill-san-francisco-california/ Place: Daily Grill® Location: 347 Geary Street (between Powell and Mason Streets) Hours: open for breakfast (however, they have it listed as "Brunch" in their on-line menu) at 7:00am Sunday - Saturday Meal: Egg WhiteOmelette~ mushrooms, tomato and scallions, served with avocado-tomato salsa and sliced tomato (where I had them substitute some Breakfast Potatoes ~ aka homefries ~ in place of the tomato slices; even I can slice my own tomatoes at home); and a large(-ish) glassa grapefruit juice
(I do not know if Katie Melua[1] is a fan of egg-white omelettes or not, they just happened to be playing one of her songs [not this one, though] on the house-stereo this morning during breakfast and I felt like sharing one here.) Because it is only a few blocks (well, many blocks ~ about six miles worth) straight down the road from my apartment, I went back to Daily Grill® (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, October 22nd, 2016) for breakfast this morning. I like that for a Union Square-area restaurant they open up pretty early every day of the week. There are still a few other ideas on their ("Brunch") menu that I would like to get back to try (in another two to three years, probably, at this rate): Texas French Toast ~ thick slices of bread, dipped in cinnamon batter, dusted with powdered sugar (however, I am not sure if there is really a town or city named "Texas" in France[2]); Three Egg Omelette~ additional items: bell peppers, mushrooms, ham (not for me, but for any of you dead, decaying meatetarians), onions, bacon (again... ), tomato, spinach, Cheddar, Bleu, Mozzarella, Swiss cheese, or avocado; served with Breakfast Potatoes, sliced tomatoes or fresh fruit; Eggs Benedict ~ two poached eggs on grilled Canadian bacon (which I would have 86-ed, of course, you hoser) and toasted English muffin, topped with homemade Hollandaise sauce; or Buttermilk Blueberry Pancakes ~ three pancakes filled with blueberries, served with maple syrup, topped with powdered sugar.
I do not think that I have ever had an all egg-white omelette before (or, if I have, I do not remember when), so I do not have anything with which to compare this. I liked it well enough and enjoyed the inside-ingredients. It probably could have used some cheesy element inside, too, though. I figure Swiss cheese would have been a good complement. The best part of this dish was the avocado-tomato salsa; it was pretty simple, but very good. For some reason, I again received three halves of toast (I went with the whole wheat choice); it must be some kinda half-conspiracy against me. I really did not bother to ask what Daily Grill® might have to offer in the way of condimentary supplementation. Once again (in a seemingly never-ending effort to use up another bottle from my hot sauce collection ~ I probably have at least three to four more doses left in this one at this rate), I used some more of my own Hot Licks®SerranoHot Sauce (Thanks, Brian!) on the homefries and some Old St. Augustine Snake Bite Datil Pepper Sauce (Thanks, Cindy & Greg!) on the omelette. Strange (Canine) Interlude On my way back to the bus stop after breakfast, I met a dog named "Flea" (I forgot to get his human partner's name, but I gave him a buck, anyway), which I thought was a very cool dog-name (not quite as cool as "Peeve" or "Front", but still... ). Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Egg White Omelette~ 6.4 (this is with adding 0.2 GBS points for their extremely tasty avocado-tomato salsa) ___________________
1. It is such a d*rn shame that Katie Melua is so unattractive... http://katiemelua.com/ 2. However, I was surprised to find that there is a town called Texas in Australia (the one "Down Under", not the one nach untenDeutschland, Marcus). https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Texas,_Queensland
♪ "I ate the Sheriff[1], but I did not eat the Deputy... " ♫ (that is if Bob's Reggae classic had been sung by either Colin Blunstone or one of Robert Kirkman's characters)
http://www.honeyhoneycafeandcrepery.com/ Place: Honey Honey ~ Cafe & Crepery Location: 599 Post Street (on the corner of Taylor Street) Hours: open Monday - Sunday at 7:30am Meal: Torino (Savory Crepe) ~ Feta cheese, fresh basil, tomato, mushroom, served w/salad (Ha!), fruit (Double-Ha!!), or potatoes (Which was my choice, of course!); and a large glassa fresh-squeezed (well, fresh-machined in one of those the Jetsons-juicer-things) orange juice
(There really is no EweToobular juxtaselection with this song and today's breakfast; I just like the song. And I do not really know how Bob Marley or Sheriff John Brown [or the Deputy, even] felt about either crêpes or Feta.) Wow. I am very surprised that it has been almost two years since my last visit to Honey Honey ~ Cafe & Crepery (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, July 16th, 2016) as I know that I really liked both of the crêpes that I had there on my first two visits. Hopefully it will not take me another two years to get back to try some of their other great breakfastary ideas: (Savory Crepe) Eggplant ~ Cheddar, tomato, garlic, fresh basil, sundried tomato, eggplant (Eggplant, basil, and two types of tomatoes? Yeah, this is my kinda crêpe.); (Sweet Crepe) Suzette ~ orange zest, orange juice, sugar, and butter (which I would probably order with a side of their great homefries); (Omelette) Acapulco ~ Cheddar, salsa, avocado, sour cream, and black beanchili; (Omelette) Athens ~ Feta, spinach, and olives (this was going to be my back-up choice if I did not feel like crêpes this morning) or (Omelette) Milano ~ Mozzarella, tomato, garlic, and fresh basil.
This was another winner of a crêpe and I liked it very much! However, my initial thought on tasting it was, "Man, that is some funny tasting spinach...", because I completely forgot what the ingredients inside it were. Who knew basil and Feta would be a great match? And, thankfully, this bad-boy was chock-fulla Feta. For condimentary supplementation, Honey Honey ~ Cafe & Crepery offers the Standard San Francisco Triumvirate of Hot Sauces: Tabasco®Brand Pepper Sauce (both Original Red Sauce and Green Jalapeño Sauce), Cholula®Hot SauceOriginal, and Tapatío®Salsa PicanteHot Sauce. And yet still once more again this morning I used some of my own Palo AltoFirefighters XXX Ghost Pepper Sauce (Thanks, Brian!) on the homefries. Finally, I think I am almost to the end of that bottle and probably have about just one dose left in it... finally. (Which will leave me with only 30 bottles [I kid you not] remaining in my refrigerator. Sheesh!) Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Torino ~ 6.7; "I Shot the Sheriff" ~ 7.2 ___________________
1. (not really a) Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day (unless you consider ye Olde English a ferren language... which it is to most of us, anyway): The word "sheriff" is a contraction of the term "shire reeve". The term, from ye Olde English "scīr-gerēfa", designated a royal official responsible for keeping the peace throughout a shire or county on behalf of the King. The term was preserved in England notwithstanding the Norman Conquest. From the Anglo-Saxon kingdoms, the term spread to several other regions, at an early point to Scotland, latterly to Ireland, and then to the United States. (The Arabic term "sharif" ["الشريف" (meaning "noble/honourable")], sometimes rendered "sherif", bears no historical or etymological connection... no matter how much you are rockin' the Casbah.)
"There'll be none o' yer shenanigans in here again this morning, boyo!"[1]
(ooops! It seems as though someone forgot to pack a camera again this morning. So this is just a "stock photo" from the last time that I ate there.) (No official web-site.) Place: David's Delicatessen/Deli & Bistro Location: 474 Geary Street (between Mason and Taylor Streets); phonicular contact: (415) 276-5950 Hours: (supposably) open for breakfast Monday - Saturday at 7:30am (however, with no official web-site thing to state their hours of operation [and no times listed on either their door-signage or menus], I can neither confirm nor deny when they may actually start serving breakfast for the day) Meal: Matzo and Eggs ~ pancake style (that was succinctly how it was listed on the menu); and a glassa orange juice I pass by David's Delicatessen/Deli & Bistro (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, April 30th, 2016) just about every day on my way home from work. So I figured it was about time to stop in once more. Once again, I sat at the oval Formica® diner-counter smack dab (when was the last time you heard of anyone ever really "smacking a dab" [or even "dabbing a smack"], though?) in the middle of the front-room. This seemed to be the spot where all the "cool people" (well, all the "off-the-street-tourista-types") were eating breakfast, anyhow. Having only eaten breakfast there three times now, there are still a few other ideas that I may want to go back and check out (however, if my past frequency of visits is any indication, that might not be until 2020 or later): Mediterranean Breakfast ~ sliced tomatoes, cucumber, olives, 1 scrambled egg, cottage cheese, and bread (I have no idea how that is all prepared or served, but it sounded simple enough for me; I probably would order this with a side of hashbrowns);
Potato Pancakes ~ served with applesauce & sour cream (I probably would also order two eggs over-medium to go with these); and Cheese Blintzes ~ with sour cream and jam; or for those dead, decaying animal-flesh consumers out there, there is also the rather-interesting-sounding: Pastrami Omelette or Corn Beef Omelette. (Unfortunately, there is no corresponding photo of this morning's breakfast plate. For which, the cameraman has been duly and unduly chastised.) I liked this simple meal well-enough, but it was not quite as good as I remember the similar dish that I had during my last visit to saul's Restaurant & Delicatessen (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, December 26th, 2015). Either way, I still love this idea/concept of scrambled eggs and matzo cracker-bits made into a large pancake. This was basically a Jewish deli version of chilaquiles. This also came with a small gravy-boat-thing filled with blueberry compote/preserves. "B-b-but... blueberries on scrambled eggs, Brian?! Are you meshugge or somethin'?" First off, somehow, it sorta worked for me; and, secondly, are we not all a little meshugge, sugar, in our own ways? For condimentary supplementation, David's Delicatessen/Deli & Bistrooffered Tapatío®Salsa Picante Hot Sauce, Frank's®RedHot® (Original), and Cholula®Hot Sauce (Original). In a long-going (and somewhat futile) attempt (Locutus) to finally use up some of my own bottles of hot sauces, I once again used some of my own Palo Alto Fire Fighters XXX Ghost Pepper Sauce (Thanks, Brian!) on half of the "pancake" and I used up most of the provided blueberry compote/preserves on the other half. I did find it rather odd that they had two different types of yellow mustard plastic squeeze-bottles (one was French's® and the other was a generic bottle simply labelled "Yellow Mustard" ~ see, here is where a camera-photo-thing would have come in handy as a visual aid) all along the diner-counter condimentary stations; I even gave a brief thought to using a little of each as a taste-test comparison on a smaller portion of my Matzo and Eggs, but (wisely) decided against it. the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude Once again, upon exiting the deli, I heard several of the noisy little chatter-heads, but did not see any flying around. I can only assume that they have a small pandemonium roosting atop one of the taller buildings in that area of Geary Street/Taylor Street. Glen Bacon Scale Rating: Matzo and Eggs ~ 6.1; the Wild Parrotsof San Francisco ~ 8.5 (well, when visible) ___________________
