When I started this blog a month shy of 4 years ago, little did I know what it would one day become; we can all thank Mr. Bailor for the switch from it being the #2 food blog in Seattle for restaurant reviews – known as The Big Breakfast Adventure – to recipes and tips for living a SANE lifestyle. Much as I enjoyed creating my blog in it’s first iteration, it’s re-birth as a SANE recipe blog is my dream-come-true, my lifetime nirvana, my joy, and my passion. I’m tremendously thankful every day that I get to share my life and recipes on here with you.
Hand on heart though, I have missed my weekend breakfasting adventures to discover new eateries – and since breakfast is my favorite meal to eat out I thought it would be fun to get back to my roots a little and do a SANE version of the Big Breakfast Adventure given that the original Big Breakfast Adventure was entirely inSANE.
Some of you have struggled with eating out and staying SANE, so let’s see how well I can do at eating out around town. Join me as I scour Seattle for the SANEst breakfasts around. If you live in or are visiting this fabulous city you can use this as a guide to great places to get awesome SANE breakfasts and brunches – and sometimes the places to avoid *cough, cough*. If you don’t live here, I hope you will be inspired to start your own SANE Big Breakfast Adventure where you are, or you’ll get meal ideas to cook up at home, or at least feel inspired to keep on living a SANE life knowing that eating out needn’t be hard or have you falling off the wagon.
So let’s get this SANE Big Breakfast Adventure on the road!
It all started at 7:04 when I pulled up outside Alisen’s house and tooted my horn. Clad in some fantastic purple checkered pants she stumbled from her house, hopped in beside me, and we were off down the freeway like Thelma and Louise, careering towards North Ballard in a quest to find out just how SANE a start we could get to our Sunday. We elected to drive along the downtown waterfront instead of shooting up the freeway, got completely freaked out to discover that they have pedestrianized part of said waterfront, were relieved when the car-free-zone ended and we were able to get back on a road we knew, and headed over the 15th Avenue bridge gasping at the gorgeously sunshiny-but-misty views of Fisherman’s Wharf as we sped past. Eager to be first in line for the 8 am opening of The Fat Hen, we weren’t stopping for anything – not even cheap gas at Safeway. They couldn’t possibly raise the price in 2 hours; we figured we could fill up the car after we’d filled up ourselves.
We turned onto 70th and delighted in the vista of empty curbside parking before us. I didn’t even have to parallel park to get us situated. The benches outside The Fat Hen were gloriously empty, the lights were on, and it was just 8 minutes to the hour. We perched on one of the stained wooden benches and buried our hands deep in our pockets against the morning chill. A few minutes later the line started to form – usually a good sign of a great breakfast. The door swung open and we toddled forward, chose the table by the window and settled in, thrilled to discover that the window seat not only gave us light but also the heater. It’s the little things.
The peppermint tea was fast on it’s way to the table while we cooed over the simple whitewashed décor and cozy marble café tables. A neighborhood gem in the ambiance department if ever there was one.
We eyed up the menu and quickly decided what was what. Alisen went straight for one of the Egg Bakes while I plumped for the Smoked Salmon Eggs Benedict. Oh, I know what you’re thinking, but just wait. When the chirpy server waltzed over to our table I asked if I could have my Benedict without the muffin. Without batting an eye she shot back, “How about some slices of avocado instead?” “That would be perfect!”, I swooned. “Oh, and salad instead of the potatoes, please.”
How SANE is this breakfast??!
And here is Alisen’s Egg Bake. Another skillet of SANEity.
By the time we departed, the place was full and the line snaked out the door. We left feeling like we’d stumbled upon one of Seattle’s best-kept breakfast secrets.
Replete and giddy from our Sunday brunch discovery, we meandered back to the car, headed south, stopped off for gas, and then drove to Golden Gardens where we sat in the car overlooking the Sound, with the heating on full-blast, and nattered like school girls on a sleep-over.
What an entirely fantastic start to a Sunday!
Whatever makes you feel good – do more of that.