Split ~ American Kitchen

https://www.spliteats.com/


Place: Split ~ American Kitchen

Location: 2300 Polk Street 
(at the corner of Green Street)

Hours: open for Weekday Breakfast (Monday - Friday) 9:00am, open for "Brunch" on Weekends (Saturday and Sunday) 9:00am

Meal: Grilled Little Gems[1] & Sunny-Side Up Eggs ~ grilled little gem lettuces, two pasture eggs, avocado, applewood smoked bacon (which I had 86-ed, natch'), Sriracha ranch, topped with breadcrumbs; a side of Crispy Butterball Potatoes[2]; and, to drink with the meal, a glassa orange juice

(I will let you all infer your own EweToobular juxtaselection from this song. I remember when this song was originally played on the radio. Man, is this song old!)


Having now (double-dippingly) exhausted all of the restaurants in my Breakfastary Starting Rotation over the last month and a half, I decided to check out a new (to me, at least, and relatively newly opened, anyway) restaurant and headed over to eat at Split ~ American Kitchen on ol' Roosky Kholm. I first espied them a few months ago when I was having lunch at a nearby joint along Polk Street; after lunch, I walked around the neighborhood a bit and "discovered" a few more places that seemed breakfastarily sound.

The first thing I asked myself was "Why is this place called 'Split'?" It did not look like they specialized in any specifically Croatian food items. I suppose that I probably could have asked one of the front-counter employees this question, but I forgot to ask it. With a little digging on their web-site, apparently they used to be called "Split Bread" (possibly some kinda local bakery?), but abbreviated and changed the name "... to convey the broader array of delicious menu items we now offer." There are two other locations in downtown San Francisco: one on 4th Street over by Yerba Buena Gardens and another one just a few blocks away on Mission Street between 1st and 2nd Streets.

As for any other ideas (at least viable options for st*pid vegetarian-types), I saw a few other good menu-entries:

Fried Egg Sandwich ~ two pasture eggs, aged Cheddar, arugula, on a toasted challah bun (which I assume they bake themselves);

Huevos Rancheros ~ two pasture eggs over easy, tostadas, avocado, aged Cheddar, black beans, shredded lettuce (they do not specify if this is shredded "little gems", though), homemade ranchero sauce, cilantro, lime crema;

Shroom Scramble ~ sautéed mushrooms, herbed goat cheese, kale, chives;

or

Design Your Own Scramble ~ three pasture eggs with your choice of three ingredients: applewood smoked bacon, homemade pork sausage, chicken apple sausage, Mexican chorizo, roasted red pepper, sautéed onion, kale, sautéed mushrooms, avocado, cherry tomatoes, aged Cheddar, herbed goat cheese, or Parmesan; served with Mixt greens side salad.

I was happy to see that this was a pretty basic and clean dish, which was perfect because I really did not feel like another big, heavy scrambled dish like yesterday. The two sunnyside-up eggs were on top of a whole mess o' sliced avocado (easily half an avocado or more); the avocado slices were on top of the nicely charred/caramelized halves of lettuce heads; and all of that was sitting atop a very nice Sriracha-ranch sauce. Of course, with the side of Crispy Butterball Potatoes, it all ended up being a pretty filling meal all the same. The potatoes were excellent, too. These were halved and deep-fried (whatever the h*ck a "Butterball" potato is supposed to be) potatoes ~ making for a nice crispy outside shell and a creamy (potatoey, whatever) inside.

As for any condimentary supplements, Split had bottles of Tapatío® Salsa Picante Hot Sauce and Huy Fong Foods Inc. (I did have to ask to have that specific brand confirmed) Sriracha HOT Chili Sauce (in a large rectangular tin ketchup-style push-pump dispenser-thing). I used some of my own H*ll's Kitchen Ghost Pepper Hot Sauce (Thanks, Mom!), but just a few drops on top of each of the egg-yolks, and some Old St. Augustine Datil Pepper Sauce (Thanks, Greg & Cindy!), where I liberally doused a lot more on the potatoes. Additionally, I grinded several grinds of The Spice & Tea Exchange® Florida Sunshine Spice Blend (Thanks, Cindy!) all over the eggs and grilled lettuce, and potatoes.


Crafty Coffee Confabulation Interlude

Before breakfast, I stopped in at Saint Frank Coffee (which was just down the block from Split) for a cuppa pour-over style Burundi Ninga Hill. I do not think that I have ever had any Burundian Coffee before. This was kinda light on flavour and roast, but it was mellow and sweet anyhow. As a comparison, at Split they serve Mr. Espresso® (I did ask that question, but not which particular roast/blend, though).

https://www.saintfrankcoffee.com/products/burundi-ninga-hill?variant=39006020164


the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude

While I was walking around before breakfast, I heard several of the noisy feather-brains (Telegraph Hill, which is just "next door", is home to a major pandemonium, of course) overhead. However, I did not see neither beak nor feather of any.


Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Grilled Little Gems & Sunny-Side Up Eggs ~ 6.5;
Saint Frank Coffee - Burundi Ninga Hill ~ 6.9;
Crispy Butterball Potatoes ~ 7.2;
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5 (even sight unseen)

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1. Just what the h*ck?!

https://produceexpress.net/products/produce/item/lettuce-little-gem.html

2. Just what the h*ck, Part 2?!

https://www.specialtyproduce.com/produce/German_Butterball_Potatoes_9175.php

Bákér Stréét Bístró

(I am titling this one: "A Selfie of the 'Artist' as a very [silly] Old Man")

http://www.bakerstreetbistro.com/


Place: Baker Street Bistro

Location: 2953 Baker Street 
(Between Lombard and Greenwich Streets)

Hours: open for "le Brunch" Saturday & Sunday at 9:00am

Meal: Pain Perdu A "Brunch" favorite! (one of Brian's favourites!, too) ~ two slices of cinnamon French Toast, fresh fruit, strawberry coulis & crème fraîche; 
a side order of home fries; and a cuppa (and one refilla) the house (well, Bistro) Coffee to drink

(What is/are today's EweToobular juxtaselections? Simplement! Monsieur Noel Yang likes him some lost-and-found bread, too. I do not really know how that Nena-lady feels about any verd*mmt französischer Toast, though.)


As a Double-Header (or Double-Play... take your Baseball-ese pick), je suis retourné à Baker Street Bistro (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, October 12th, 2019... that would be yesterday) again this morning.

I actually poulette-d-out and sat inside for a change this morning. The weather had noticeably dropped and it must have been about ten degrees colder than it was just yesterday morn.

Do I really need to extol the greatness and tastitude of this absolutely sublime meal again?! I will just leave it at this: it is still my favourite breakfast in San Francisco.

I can not be sure, but I think their spice/herb mix on the homefries includes fennel seeds in it. I asked Chantal for corroboration, but she did not know for sure herself. I will just say that it does include fennel seeds and that they were a very surprisingly nice flavour-addition to some already great potatoes.

As has been my (silly li'l) wont whenever ordering Coffee there, I added the (le garniture) sprig of mint from the pile o' fruits into the cuppa. Kinda like "Café à le Turc".

Fruits d'aujourd'hui: framboises; mûres; myrtilles; pastèque; cantaloup; ananas; pomme; et orange.

(same as yesterday) For condimentary supplementation, Baker Street Bistro has only Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (Original Red Sauce) on the tables. I used a goodly amount of my own Old St. Augustine Datil Pepper Sauce (Thanks, Greg & Cindy!) on the potatoes and The Spice & Tea Exchange® Earthly Delight Spice Blend (Thanks, Cindy!) judiciously grinded all over the potatoes, too. Chantal (upon seeing my two bottles of hot sauces and my spice grinder): "I see you have brought your own 'instruments' again... ".  I like that sentiment: "Instruments of Mass Spice-struction!"


the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude

This morning, I had parked across the street from the tall Eucalyptus trees next to the Lombard Street Gate of the Presidio. However, I was completely shut-out this time and did not see remiges nor rectrices of the normally squawking perroquets.


Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Pain Perdu ~ 8.2;
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5 (well, when present)

Bâkêr Strêêt Bîstrô

¿El proverbial último popote...?[1]

http://www.bakerstreetbistro.com/


Place: Baker Street Bistro

Location: 2953 Baker Street 
(Between Lombard and Greenwich Streets)

Hours: open for "le Brunch" Saturday & Sunday at 9:00am (they call their early morning meal "Brunch"; however, they open up early enough for my simple breakfastary tastes... besides... let us never forget... 
le Pain Perdu le plus exceptionnel!)

Meal: Oeufs Baker Street Bistro Dave's favorite (one of Brian's favourites, too) ~ ratatouille, poached eggs, English muffin, tomato sauce, served with home fries & mixed greens (aka la comida para conejos); and a large glassa jugo de naranja (served con un popote de papel])

(There really is/are no EweToobular juxtaselections with these two songs/videos. The radio station I was listening to on my way home this morning just happened to be playing another song off Green Day's american idi*t album.

[just try to] Convince me otherwise: Green Day's american idi*t album is definitively one of the Best [if not The Best] Rock-and/or-Roll albums of the first decade of this here 21st Century. 

Of course, there is no question that it is Green Day's transcendent album to date. Even my foolish young-pup nephew [who shall remain named Cameron] has finally come around to seeing that I am 100% correct in this declaration. [Give the kid a break, he also took over ten years to finally agree with me that Lady Ella is The Best Female Voice in 'merica in the 20th Century... (Evah?)]

Man, that Giovanni Ribisi guy can really write some great music!)


While working my way through another Fall Classic warm-up of my Breakfastary Starting Rotation, I headed back to Baker Street Bistro (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, May 11th, 2019) this morning.

Once again, I sat outside in their spacious sidewalk-patio café. It was still a bit cool this morning, but I had on both a sweatshirt and an outer sweatshirt/jacket-thing, so I was more than comfortable. As no other idi*ts decided to "brave" the autumnal chill, I had the seating area entirely to myself, too.

This is always such a great breakfast (specifically Eggs Benedict-oriented)! I do not know why any other local restaurant establishments have not stolen this idea yet (of course, I would think that they would need to change the name of the dish; that would be such a dead give-away)... kinda like the most awe-some Zucchini Cakes idea at Dottie's True blue café. Needless to say, I liked my breakfast ("le Brunch", whatever) this morning a lot.

For condimentary supplementation, Baker Street Bistro has only Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce 
(Original Red Sauce) on the tables. I used some of my own Chili in Hawaii Habanero Garlic Hot Sauce (Thanks, Cindy & Greg!) on the potatoes and several grinds of The Spice & Tea Exchange® Pirate's Bite Spice Blend (Thanks, Cindy!) on top of everything 
(even on a few slices of the French bread in the basket...  à la Glen Bacon's [yes, that Scale Rating-guy] grandfather).


Crafty Coffee Confabulation Interlude

(Much earlier) before heading out for breakfast ("le Brunch", whatever) this morning, I made myself a cuppa TLC Coffee Roasters - Bali Blue Moon (Thanks, Greg & Cindy!). This was a brand-new (well, it has been in my freezer for the past few months, and I am just getting around to finally trying it out) Coffee for me. This was another very nice output from a small roastery outta the Island of Rhodes. These two production/roasting notes really did prove true in its flavour factor: "Bali Coffee trees are planted alongside oranges and tangerines, and the beans seem to pick up a little extra sweetness and a touch more acidity than most Indonesian varietals. The fact that the beans are dried with the fruit attached to the seed further enhances the complexity and wild fruitiness of this exquisite Coffee."

https://www.tlccoffeeroasters.com/product-page/bali-blue


the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude

After breakfast, I walked over to one of the larger known roosting areas of the Wild Parrots of San Francisco (the tall Eucalyptus trees next to the Lombard Street Gate of the Presidio) to see if I could catch any of my squawky feather-brained friends in the area. However, I saw just un solo papagayo flying overhead of the trees in the small dog-park in that area of the Presidio. For what it is worth, I also saw one extra-noisy Steller's Jay[2] flying around there, too.


Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Oeufs Baker Street Bistro ~ 7.4;
TLC Coffee Roasters - Bali Blue Moon ~ 7.2;
Steller's Jays ~ 8.0;
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5

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1. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day:

As soon as I sat down, the friendly Mexican-guy waiter/bus boy-type (whose name I really should learn one of these days; he has worked there now for several years and always greets me warmly the few times a year that I do darken their doorstep... sidewalk-patio café, whatever.... ) asked me if I wanted "un Café" (en español, gracias!). I told him that I just wanted a glassa "jugo de naranja" (one of the few simple phrases that I can remember en español, anyway). He then introduced me to a brand-new español-ese word: 
"(el) popote" ("(the) straw"; somewhat pronounced 
"po-PO-tay"). I also made sure to ask him if "popote" was "un/el" or "una/la" in gender-agreement.

I will have to try and remember this one on future visits there (or at local taquerias even).

2. https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Stellers_Jay/id

Dottie's True blue café

I hope that I never become superstitious. Knock on wood.

http://dottiestruebluesf.com/


Place: Dottie's True blue café

Location: 28 6th Street 
(on the corner of Stevenson Street)

Hours: open 7:30am (well, still not quite; at least they opened up earlier this morning than they did yesterday... if only five minutes earlier) Thursday through Tuesday

Meal: Three Egg Omelet - Feta, Kalamata Olives, & Spinach ~ with home fries and toast (where I went with their own fresh-baked buttermilk dill bread); and a glassa orange juice to drink


I figured I would just make it into a Breakfastary Starting Rotation Double-Header and simply headed right on back to Dottie's True blue café (see last 'blog-entry from Saturday, September 14th, 2019) this morning.

Once again, I sat at "Seat #1" at the dining-counter overlooking their kitchen area. There was a guy from München[1] sitting at the next stool over from me and we got to talking about Deutschland (von München nach Berlin), Biere, and Frühstück in general.[2] 

There was nothing really special about this omelette; it was just a good omelette with the ingredients of my choosing. I did like that it was made with lots of Feta and even more-so spinach, both of which I like in abundance (just not in any Chocolate desserts, Sharon). As always, their homefries were exemplary and also overloading my plate.

Dottie's True blue café condimentary supplements did not change any since yesterday's visit. I used some of my own (just a few dashes... and dots, Samuel) 
Old St. Augustine Datil Pepper Sauce (Thanks, 
Greg & Cindy!) on top of the omelette, some (a little more; about your standard ketchup-portion) 
H*ll's Kitchen Chipotle Chocolate Hot Sauce 
(Thanks, Mom!) all over the potatoes, and The Spice 
& Tea Exchange® Earthly Delight Spice Blend (Thanks, Cindy!) (several grinds-worth) all over everything.

(not really such a) Strange Coffee Interlude

I purposely skipped any Coffee at breakfast this morning as I was planning on utilising one of the newest Coffees in my arsenal (well, in my refrigerator), TLC Coffee Roasters - John Wayne (Thanks, Cindy & Greg!). When I got home, I prepared me a single cuppa via the pour-over drip-method. I must say that it was not a bad cuppa at all, Pilgrim! I even enjoyed it outta my "retro" (from their original Jones Street location) Dottie's True blue café mug, too. 

https://www.tlccoffeeroasters.com/product-page/john-wayne


the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude

After breakfast, while heading to catch my bus back home, I heard several Wild Parrots in the Union Square area. However, I only saw a solitary pair ("a solitary pair"?) flying overhead at the corner of Powell and O'Farrell Streets (they were probably waiting to hop on one of them "Fr'isco Trolley Cars" that I have heard so much about).


Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Three Egg Omelet ~ 6.5;
TLC Coffee Roasters - John Wayne ~ 7.2;
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5

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1. And, no, contrary to popular belief, people from München are not called "Munchkins", Dorothy.

2. I am sure that I impressed die H*lle outta him with both of the useless German phrases that I could remember:

"Ich glaube ihre Ente hat die Tollwut."
and
"Brennt meine Nase?"

(If you would like a stupid, useless cunning linguist translation of either of those phrases. You can blame... er... ask one Lowell Skelton. He was the genius that taught both of them to me over thirty-five years ago in some verd*mmte Kneipe off the Kurfürstendamm.)

Baker Street Bistro

http://www.bakerstreetbistro.com/


Place: Baker Street Bistro

Location: 2953 Baker Street 
(Between Lombard and Greenwich Streets)

Hours: open for "le Brunch" Saturday & Sunday at 9:00am

Meal: Oeufs Baker Street Bistro Dave's favorite (one of Brian's favourites, too) ~ ratatouille, poached eggs, English muffin, tomato sauce, served with home fries & mixed greens (aka la nourriture de lapin[1]); and a large glassa fresh-squeezed Lemonade to drink (served avec une paille de papier, dans le style de la Californie[2])


Continuing the early-season workout of my Breakfastary Starting Rotation, I went back to 
Baker Street Bistro (see previous 'blog-entry from Samedi 5ème janvier 2019) pour mon petit-déjeuner[3].

Once again, I sat outside 'cause I could; it was still a bit chilly and un-sunny, though. This really did not matter much as I was wearing two sweatshirts and a t-shirt, anyway. Of course, I ended up being the only idiot seated outside the entire time that I was there... well, 'cept for one cool-looking English Bully named Patches Jr. and his human companion that were waiting for their "to go" order. (Okay, so the real reason that I sit outside is to see if I can sneak away before paying... however, that d*rn Chantal is always too crafty and brings out l'addition[4] just in time!)



I just want to say one word to you. Just one word.
Are you listening?
Velco®![5]

Okay, so this really has nothing what-so-ever to do with my meal today, Baker Street Bistro, San Francisco, or breakfasts in general. I just happened to notice the other day on a piece of Velcro® strip that the name "Velcro®" was actually a ®egistered trademark word/product. That came as a surprise to me. Who knew you could trademark a fabric fastener? I wonder if Mr. George Zipp was ever rightly compensated for his metallic clasp locker invention... 

I really do not have much else to add about this great breakfast ("Brunch", whatever) meal that I have not stated many times over already. This is simply one of my favourite meals in town. However, somehow, I always forget to request this dish "sans la nourriture minable de lapin"[6] in order to double-up on their great homefries.

As far as condimentary supplementation goes, 
Baker Street Bistro offers only Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce (Sauce Rouge Originale). So, I just used some of my own Dragon's Lair Extra Hot Cayenne & Habanero Hot Sauce (Thanks, Mom!) on the potatoes and on la nourriture de lapin. I also made sure to use several grinds/twists of my portable grains of paradise grinder on top of the poached eggs, potatoes, and la nourriture de lapin-stuff.


the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude

While sitting outside eating my breakfast ("Brunch", whatever), I only saw une paire de perroquets[7] (un petit pandémonium, peut-être?[8]) while I was eating. They were perched on top of one of the telephone poles in front of the restaurant a-chatterin' up a storm. I did hear many more in the neighborhood throughout the morning, though. There was also one very loud Mockingbird that stopped by earlier and was perched on the exact same telephone pole, Miss Finch. He went through his entire repertoire of calls and I tried to copy most of what he was saying. He just looked down at me as if I was crazy as a Jaybird... 
(If you mimic a Mockingbird, is that considered "mocking a Mockingbird"?!)


Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Oeufs Baker Street Bistro ~ 7.4;
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5

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1. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro un:

That would simply be: "rabbit-food".

2. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro deux:

"... with a paper straw, Callieforneeya-style... "

3. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro trois:

"... for my breakfast."

4. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro quatre:

"bill" or "check"

The phrase "L'addition, s'il vous plaît!" ("Check, please!") was taught to me many, many, many visits ago by Chantal.

5. Stupid, useless cunning linguist/pseudo-historical pointer of the day, numéro cinq:

Contrary to popular belief (Would that make it an unpopular belief?), Velcro® was not named after the Sixth Marx Brother who was way too clingy...

The product name Velcro® is a portmanteau of the French words "velour" ("velvet") and "crochet" ("hook").

https://www.velcro.com/

6. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro six:

"... without the crummy rabbit-food... "

7. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro sept:

"... a pair of parrots... "

Not to confuse the issue, even though the Frenchy word for "parrot" looks and sounds a lot like "parakeet", the French-speak word for "parakeet" is actually 
"la perruche" (pronounced something like "PEH-roosh").

8. Stupid, useless cunning linguist pointer of the day, numéro huit:

"(a micro-pandemonium, perhaps?)"

Dottie's True blue café

http://dottiestruebluesf.com/


Place: Dottie's True blue café

Location: 28 6th Street 
(on the corner of Stevenson Street)

Hours: open 7:30am Thursday through Tuesday

Meal: Avocado, Tomato, Jalapeño, Corn, Scallion & Feta Frittata ~ served with toast (where I upgraded and went with a chunk of their grilled chili-Cheddar cornbread with jalapeño jelly) and potatoes (that would be of the homefried variety); and, to drink, a glassa orange juice

(There is no EweToobular juxtaselection [well, none of which I am aware] for these two songs, I just happen to really enjoy the music of Joan Anita Barbara Armatrading, MBE. The first song is not only my favourite song of hers, it is also one of my All-Time Favourite Rock-and/or-Roll[-ish] Songs of All-Time.)


Because I could and because I can, I headed back over to Dottie's True blue café (see previous 'blog-entry from Saturday, January 12th, 2019) again for breakfast this morning.

Even before seeing what was listed this weekend, I pretty much had my mind set on ordering whichever Frittata was offered on their specials chalkboard (the combination of items in today's frittata was the same as I have had a few times before). However, there were a few other items off (on?) the specials chalkboard that I coulda gone with (for?), too, ferinstance:

Caramelized Onion, Gruyère, Sweet Potato Tart ~ with two eggs any style and fruit;

Strawberry Chocolate Chip Cream Cheese 
Stuff[ sic ] French Toast;

or

Peach Blueberry French Toast.

Additionally, I have been known to make a meal outta one of their fresh-baked goods by adding a coupla eggs on the side to ovoid out the meal. The baked goods are truly that large that they can comprise mostly a halfa meal. Today's choices offered some that I have not sampled yet:

Sweet Potato Caramel Muffin (this one intrigued me the most, and I really shoulda taken one of these to go home with me for later in the day!); 

Coconut Choco Chips Muffin;

Lemon Blueberry Custard Cake;

or

Peach Blueberry Cobbler Roll.

What can I really say about this meal? It was simply un stile italiano omelette with a buncha ingredients that I like... plus Feta! So, of course, I liked it.

The cornbread-upgrade was a very wise decision (which I knew it would be). Not only is their cornbread top-notch, but the small ramekin of jalapeño jelly that comes with it is pretty d*rn tasty all on its ownsome. I made sure to use up the entire contents.

Even though I was well-aware that Dottie's True blue café offers a diverse array of their own condimentary supplementation, once again, I just used a little of my own Old St. Augustine Snake Bite Datil Pepper Sauce (Thanks, Cindy & Greg!) on the frittata and some H*ll's Kitchen® Whiskey Habanero Hot Sauce (Thanks, Mom!) on the potatoes. I also made sure to use several grinds/twists of my portable grains of paradise[1] grinder on top of both the frittata and the potatoes.


the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude

While waiting in line before the doors opened, I saw a small pandemonium of seven of the feather-brained chatterboxes flying overhead heading south past Mission Street.


Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Frittata ~ 6.7;
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5

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1. http://gernot-katzers-spice-pages.com/engl/Afra_mel.html

Straight outta the mouths/pages of WikipediA:

Aframomum melegueta is a species in the ginger family, Zingiberaceae, and closely related to cardamom. Its seeds are used as a spice (ground or whole), and commonly known as grains of paradise, melegueta pepper, alligator pepper, Guinea grains, ossame, or fom wisa; it imparts a pungent, black-pepper-like flavour with hints of citrus.

Mama♥s on Washington Square

♪ "All the potatoes are brown(ed) and 
the sky is grey ... " ♫ 

(well, it really was more of a light fog and it cleared up much before 8:00am as soon as Mr. Sun crested Telegraph Hill)

http://www.mamas-sf.com/


Place: Mama♥s on Washington Square

Location: 1701 Stockton Street
(on the corner of Filbert Street)

Hours: open Tuesday through Sunday at 8:00am

Meal: Mama♥s Children's Favorite (M♥Omelette) ~ sautéed mushrooms, green onions, roasted tomatoes, and Monterey Jack cheese, served with Mama♥s grilled potatoes and your choice of toast: white, whole grain, rye, English muffin, or sourdough baguette (I wisely went with the sourdough choice); and, to drink with the meal, a large glassa fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice

It turned out to be completely à propos that today is Mother's Day/Mothering Sunday in the United Kingdom, I already had planned on making a return visit (which I try to do at least once a year) to 
Mama♥s on Washington Square (see last 'blog-entry from Sunday, May 13th, 2018, which just happened to be the U.S. version of Mother's Day last year) for breakfast even before I had noticed the holiday on my calendar. Because this popular little (and by "little", I mean that they usually can seat only about forty people at a time) tourista-destination restaurant tends to fill up very quickly on the weekends, I made sure to get over there long before they opened; I think I arrived there around 7:15am. I prefer to spend the forty-five minutes waiting for them to open than to spend an additional forty-five minutes after they had already opened and the waiting line is half-way down the block (trust me, it happens all the time). As it was, I found a great parking spot directly across the street on the corner and ended up being the second "group" waiting in line to get in. And by the time that they did open up at 8:00am, the waiting line was much more than just forty people deep waiting to get inside. (What is that old rhyming saying? "If you sleep in, you do not win!"... or something like that.)

As many times as I have eaten at this restaurant, there are still a few other breakfastary menu items that I do want to try (or, possibly, try again if I had already tried them in the past and just do not recall):

Scrambled Florentine ~ baby spinach, bacon (nah!), red onions, and  Cheddar cheese; 

S.O.B. (South of the Border) (M♥Omelette) ~ (¿What did you just call me, pendejo?) chorizo, black beans, Spanish rice, pico de gallo, and pepper Jack cheese (where I would, of course, have ochent-y-seis-ed la p*nche salchicha);

or

Huevos Rancheros ~ two poached eggs, Spanish rice, black beans and avocado topped with Mama♥s 
ranchero sauce (which, surprisingly, I do not think that I had ever noticed before and will probably order the next time I go there).

Additionally, for those of you that do not mind eating any of that dead, decaying porky-stuff, this one would have been the perfect juxtaselection with the above EweToobular song: The Californian (M♥Omelette) ~ crispy bacon, avocado, and Monterey Jack cheese (and, yeah, I suppose that I could have ordered this one myself less the porcine-butt bits, but it is basically the same dish that I had ordered only yesterday).

Of course, if I ever did feel like having any "do-overs", their Apple Pan Dore (which I had a few years back) ~ slices of baguette topped with apples simmered in fresh squeezed lemon and butter (I am not sure how they fresh-squeeze their butter, though) ~ is always 
re-ordering worthy. It is seriously worth a trip "all the way over" to North Beach all on its ownsome.

This was another very good rendition of a M♥Omelette. The roasted tomatoes really stood out in this one. I think that if there had also been some kinda chilli pepper in the mix (Poblano or Anaheim/Ortega woulda gone very nicely), it would have really put this already very good meal over-the-top!

I was very pleasantly surprised by the toast being of the "baguette" variety. I was just expecting plain old sliced sourdough bread. This should truly be everyone's toast choice.

And, as always, their homefries were excellent, too.

Mama♥s on Washington Square carries the full assortment of the Standard San Francisco Triumvirate of Hot Sauces (Tabasco® Brand Pepper Sauce [Original Red Sauce], Cholula® Hot Sauce [Original], and Tapatío® Salsa Picante Hot Sauce) as condimentary supplements. Once again, I used some more of my own Pepper Palace™ Chocolate Habanero Hot Sauce (Thanks, Cindy & Greg! ~ I am really getting close to the bottom of that d*mn bottle now) on the potatoes and some Fan the Flames Sriracha Hot Sauce (Thanks, Mom!) on top of the M♥Omelette. Plus, they have their own homemade (well, Mama♥s-made) raspberry jam(!) (Waiter/server-person guy: "Would you like some homemade raspberry jam?"; me: "Would you like a tip after I am done eating this meal?!") which really complemented the toasted sourdough baguette.


(another not really a) Strange Coffee Interlude

As has become an after-breakfast tradition whenever I eat in North Beach, I stopped by Caffe Trieste and had un doppio Espresso e un cannolo afterward. Their cannoli has bits of Chocolate in the ricotta filling and halved Maraschino cherries at each end of the tube.

http://coffee.caffetrieste.com/


the Wild Parrots of San Francisco Interlude

As soon as I had parked and exited my car, I looked up and saw a medium-sized pandemonium of fifteen (yeah, I actually bothered to count them all) caterwauling feather-brains flying directly over Washington Square Park.


Glen Bacon Scale Rating:
Mama♥s Children's Favorite ~ 6.8;
Mama♥s-made raspberry jam(!) ~ 7.2;
uno doppio Espresso e uno cannolo ~ 6.9;
the Wild Parrots of San Francisco ~ 8.5