There ain’t nothing quite like hanging with a gal pal over glorious food and brilliant conversation on a cold and drizzly February Sunday morning. Especially if that brilliant food is made by someone else and all you have to do is show up. I’m really good at showing up.
I’m also behind, for those of you who noticed that I just said ‘February’ in a post dated ’27th March’. I am leaning towards blaming my trip down to California for the backlog of Big Breakfast Adventures, although having been back for 5 weeks now that seems a bit of a stretch. I maintain my stance that glorious food on a Sunday in February is awesome – whenever it is I finally get around to writing about it.
I arrived early. So early Joule’s doors were a good 20 minutes from unlocking. Wendi was late. A good 30 minutes after Joule’s doors were flung open. She had a great excuse – the 520 bridge was closed. If you know Seattle then you’ll know that when they close the 520 bridge the trek to get across Lake Washington is not short. But let me tell you – Wendi is worth waiting for. She is the funniest lawyer I know.
Perched on my bar stool at the Chef’s Counter I supped on peppermint tea while watching the chefs busy themselves preparing brunch for the hungry hordes that descended moments after opening. If you want a seat at Joule, come early.
Sunday Brunch at Joule is decidedly different to your average brunch. There’s a list of dishes on the menu – several of which are *SANE – but also included is helping yourself to the communal buffet, and as we soon discovered, Joule’s buffet is a revelation. Fresh veggies everywhere! Hurrah!
Hello, Kale Salad!
Hello, Shrimp and Cauliflower Salad!
Hello, Coconut Milk & Citrus Salad!
I decided on the Omelet with maitake mushroom, Chinese celery, and truffle oil to accompany my pile of vegetable *SANEity from the buffet. One of the most interesting meals I’ve had in quite a while.
Wendi opted for the Pancetta with bacon, breakfast sausage, and apple salad. I had toyed with the idea of the bacon, too. As it turned out I got to share some of Wendi’s since she added scrambled eggs to her plate and found she couldn’t tuck away all the bacon as well. It’s good to have friends.
I am entirely enthused about our visit to Joule. The food was fantastic, and I didn’t have to change a thing to reach my goal of a lovely *SANE plate of fodder. The staff were a delight, the atmosphere was relaxed and welcoming. Plus there was Wendi to inject witty and enlightening chatter to the mix. What a great Sunday brunch!
As we were getting ready to depart Wendi asked me if I had ridden the Seattle Great Wheel down on the waterfront. I hadn’t.
“Let’s go ride it!” she squealed.
Never mind the drizzle or the vestiges of snow left from earlier wintry offerings, it was a beautiful ride soaring high above the city and the Sound, it’s slow, gentle pace making a very relaxing and peaceful moment in time. A brilliant reminder to sit back, breathe, and take a look at the big picture every once in a while.
Then there was a steaming mug of peppermint tea at Starbucks before heading to our homes for whatever else Sunday had in store.
Eating good food, connecting with good friends, and riding the big wheel even though you don’t have children. Whatever makes you feel good – do more of that.