The month of May has, quite frankly, all been a bit sideways.  The bad news is (like I needed to point it out to you), that I am WAY behind on blog posts.  Either that or you’ve been wondering why I stopped eating.  The good news is that I finally took my team out for their “You’re a Rock Star!” Dinner.  Only almost a month overdue.  I hate when that happens.  In my defence, it was partly due to *The Nugget* making Mom-to-be so nauseous that she didn’t want to eat.  {Just to be clear: I am not the Mom-to-be.}

With the 24 x 7 nausea out of the way & my schedule having calmed down ever-so-slightly, a table at Bis On Main in Bellevue was booked.  The team chose it.  And heavens-to-Betsy did it ever turn out to be a great choice.  Seriously.  In fact, it was so good I don’t even want to talk about it.  I just want to post images & fantasize about it all over again.  And again.  So I think that’s exactly what I’ll do.  I might jot a few notes at the end.  There again, I might not.


Beet & Arugula Salad: marcona almonds, bleu cheese croutons & an orange fennel vinaigrette ($11).  Palest beets I’ve ever seen but I am assured they tasted as beety as beets can be.


House Green Salad: buttermilk bleu cheese ($8).  Nugget approved.


Vine Ripe Tomato & Fresh Mozzarella Salad: basil & extra virgin olive oil ($11). 


This reminded me of the first time I ate Tomato & Mozzarella Salad.  I was at a fine Italian restaurant in Caversham, England.  I forget the name.  Probably because I was being wined & dined by a {very} dashing man.  I started out thinking it was the strangest appetizer ever & ended up thinking it was pure genius.  The salad, not the man.

This plateful at Bis on Main did not change my feelings on the matter one iota.  Fresh, juicy, succulent, ripe tomatoes…hand chopped basil leaves straight from the bush…silky, light, delicately flavored olive oil…soft, unctuous, creamy cheese.  It still doesn’t get much better than that.


Crispy Garlic Chicken: boneless & free range with garlic mashed potatoes & asparagus ($25).  You can’t tell from this shot but that chicken was H U G E.  I don’t think Mommy & The Nugget ate half of it.  Mommy did mention, several times, that the mashed potato was the smoothest, creamiest mash she had ever eaten.  I stole some.  Now THAT is how mashed potatoes should be.  And talking of succulent, as I was a few moments ago when I was lost in tomato-land, that chicken was juicier than all get out.  And that skin was crispy & oh-so-flavorful.  Swoon.


Fish of the Day: Halibut is all I remember.  Something to do with mushrooms. And asparagus.  ($34).  This dish was ooohed & aaahed over vociferously by its owner.  Repeatedly.


Creamed Spinach ($7.50) and Butternut Squash Croquettes with Braised Cabbage ($6).  Now here’s where it all got seriously exciting for me.  These sides *ROCKED*.  I don’t know what they did to that spinach, but I have never had creamed spinach like it.  There was cheese in it.  Strong cheese.  Melted cheese.  I could have happily eaten the entire dish.  And then the Braised Cabbage, oh mercy.  It was red cabbage and it was spectacular.  The butternut squash croquettes were surprisingly dense & flavorful.  I think I might go back soon and just order sides.  All of them.


Filet Mignon: celery root & potato gratin, truffled Bordelaise sauce & asparagus (which I swapped out for creamed spinach) ($40).  I confess, I barely touched the celery root & potato gratin, so taken was I with the creamed spinach and braised cabbage.  The aroma that wafted up to greet my nose as the plate was placed before me was enough to make me weak at the knees.  This steak not only looked beautiful, it tasted beautiful.  One of the most memorable steaks I’ve eaten.


Pecan Pie: Tony’s secret recipe served with fresh whipped cream ($7.75).  I shot this from the wrong angle.  I know that because it looks like a normal piece of pie.  This was no normal piece of pie.  It was H U G E.  And, I have it on good authority, fabulous.


Rhubarb & Strawberry Cheesecake: ginger snap biscuit crust, strawberry coulis ($7.75).  I am not a huge cheesecake fan, but Mommy & The Nugget were thrilled with it.  Especially the rhubarb bit.

I had the Molten Chocolate Souffle served with Vanilla Ice Cream ($8.75).  I had a slight disagreement with JT (our waiter) over whether or not Olympic Mountain Ice Cream was better than mine.  Unfortunately he was outnumbered by 3 (plus a nugget):1 so he graciously conceded.  I’ll have to make him some and drop it by sometime.  The Souffle was perfect.  Not too heavy, not too rich, not too cakey.

Other thoughts about Bis on Main:

  • Right in the heart of Old Bellevue: delightful location.
  • Simple, beautiful decor: smart without pretension.
  • Huge skylights in the ceiling: fabulous natural lighting.
  • Smartly dressed diners: so nice to see.
  • Awesome food, huge menu: you can’t go wrong with anything.
  • Great plating & presentation: not food-porn like Book Bindery or Cafe Juanita, but elegant, beautiful plates.  (We hands-down, knocked-our-socks-off loved it more than Book Bindery.)
  • Tuesday night & the whole place was full: wild.
  • Sexy, sassy waiters: no further comment.

We loved Bis on Main and everything about it.  I was, I admit, surprised.  Really surprised.  Mainly because I had never really heard of it.  And yet here, just a block or two from Bellevue Square is a most fabulous eatery.  Amazing food, fantastic ambiance, nothing not to love about it.

 Secretly, I get tired of all the same choices in Bellevue for a special meal: Daniels, Seastar, Ruth’s Chris, John Howie…not that I don’t enjoy their food, but now I have discovered Bis on Main I am totally re-excited about eating out in Bellevue.  Plus the fact that it is right opposite Belle Pastry doesn’t hurt my feelings any.

 Bis on Main – best kept secret in Bellevue.

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The trouble with not getting posts written up within a couple of days of eating the food is that you can forget some of the detail.  Or, if it’s been a really long time, most of the detail.  If it wasn’t a good meal, this can actually be a good thing; but it’s a real shame when the meal was jaw-droppingly good and that’s all you can remember about it.  And so it is with my last breakfast with my BFF at Lola.

BFF has wanted to go to Lola to eat their infamous Tom’s Big Breakfast…aka Octopus Hash…for a very long time.  Either that or she figured if she just went and ate the darn thing, I would stop bleating on about how good it is and how she really must try it.


She came to Lola.  She ate Tom’s Big Breakfast ($16).  She *LOVED* it.


Meanwhile, I ate the Asparagus & Fontina Scramble ($15) with fantastic bacon & awe-inspiring garlic-smashed spuds.


The End.

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This was an interesting week.  Like riding on one of those things on top of the Stratosphere Tower:  soaring through the clouds one moment & hurtling towards the ground the next.  Shrieking with joy & screaming in terror.  All in the same minute.  Whoooosh!

Tuesday morning brought the news that I had burst onto the Urbanspoon Worldwide Food Blog Leaderboard at #16.  Hello, W O R L D !  I don’t know how that happened.  #16 read food blog in the world??  Wild.  I can’t even quite believe it.  It wasn’t something that I planned & it certainly wasn’t a goal.  That, however, didn’t prevent it from being wildly exciting when it happened.

Then, a few hours later came more surprise news, only this time it didn’t make me delirious with joy.  Rather I felt like a part of me had been surgically removed.  Consequently, since Tuesday mid-morning arrived I have had the concentration span of a flea.  Since Tuesday I’ve spent a not insignificant amount of time lying in the grass on a pretty blue and white blanket with my cats.  In the sunshine.  Since Tuesday I’ve cried a lot.  Not big heaving sobs kinda crying, more like silent tears slowly rolling down my face and gently dripping off my chin kinda crying.  Crying nonetheless.  And there’s been ice cream.  Chocolate Ice Cream.  Lots of Chocolate Ice Cream.  All of which is rather unusual.  OK, except the lots of Chocolate Ice Cream part.  But I am not a cry-er.  And I don’t lie in the grass or in the sun.  Not often, anyway.  And normally I am a pretty darn good concentrator.  Sometimes things happen that you just weren’t expecting.  Right there on the doorstep.

By Friday I was feeling less devastated emotionally, but nonetheless, was definitely in the mood for a big old pile of comfort food.  I was thinking steak and eggs for breakfast.  Susan, one of Foodie Footnotes first fans, was on the schedule for breakfast and I decided, given that she had to squeeze breakfast in between school runs that we’d better stay closer to home.  After my rockin’ breakfastwith the Montana family the other weekend in Duvall, I decided to take their advice & check out the Woodman Lodgein Snoqualmie.  Checking out the menu indicated they had comfort food galore just oozing out all over.  Perfect.

The weather was also pretty nice – not super warm, but certainly super sunny.  Enough to lift a sad girl’s spirits.  Yay!  Downtown Snoqualmie is a really cute little place.  They’ve done a great job of keeping lots of small-town-America character.

Famous for, among other things, it’s trains.  (Oy, do I ever need a Tilt-Shift lens.  Sigh.)

But we were here to check out the Woodman Lodge, not ride on the trains, although I think riding on the trains would have been a blast.  I’ll have to do that one day.

We showed up for breakfast right at 9 am.  I think that given it was a Friday this was probably the first mistake.  The place was empty.  The good news about it being empty is that we were able to pick a beautiful spot in the window.  The second mistake was not realizing soon enough that our server needed another cup of coffee before he became human.  His sense of humor had definitely not kicked in yet.

The inside of the Woodman Lodge is awesome.  They have done an outstanding job of making it full of character.  It was a lovely environment to sit & while away some time in.

Susan headed straight for the Florentine Benedict ($10) – Fresh Spinach and Tomato topped with our Citrus Hollandaise Sauce and Parmesan Cheese.

I finally decided against the steak and eggs (my third mistake) & chose theDungeness Crab Benedict ($14) Fresh Dungeness Crab with melted Tillamook Cheddar, topped with our Truffled Thermidor Sauce.  Now I realize that the sauce is a bit on the orange side.  Just bear in mind that it wasn’t Hollandaise, so they are forgiven for the color.  The flavor, though, was indeed a little, well, odd.  Not unpleasant, just odd.

The food, honestly, didn’t wow me, but I suspect, having read the reviews & heard the Montana family’s glowing praise, that this may well have been because they were empty and really not geared up yet.  I think a trip on the weekend is in order.  When they are busy and bustling.

Susan and I hadn’t hung out for ages so there was lots to catch up on.  Including the thing that hit me like a train on Tuesday.  Talking helps.  So do waffles.  Especially when you share them with someone who has as huge a heart as Susan has.

Waffles are great comfort food, especially when covered in fresh strawberries, whipped cream & strawberry sauce.

Brunch at the Woodman did the trick in terms of comfort food, but I still feel the need to go back on the weekend when they’re dishing up lots of food.  I am also aware that my mood was not quite there, and I swear that food just tastes better when I’m not sad.

I am excited to go back & try it again.  I am thrilled to know that there is this brunch spot so close to home.  Right there on the doorstep.

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Well, friends, we have finally reached the end of the Big Breakfast Adventure road.  It’s been a 58 week long escapade that turned into one of the funnest things I’ve done.  I’ve turned off down plenty of little side streets en route, otherwise I may have reached the end a lot sooner, but I wouldn’t have missed one single one of those side streets in return for speed, any day.

This road has taken me into neighborhoods I didn’t know existed, into restaurants I never knew were there & eating food concoctions I’d never even heard of before.  It’s inspired me to become more adventurous, more open, more courageous.  I’ve gone from eating Eggs Benedict at every turn to seeking out the weirdest thing on the menu & deliberately embracing that instead.  I’ve jumped cultural breakfast divides that I was clueless existed.  I’ve met people I would never have met otherwise {Natasha Reed & Jackie Baisa, I am looking at you…among others}.  I’ve forged fun friendships, deepened existing relationships & created bonds with people I never imagined I would.  I’ve even discovered that eating octopus before 8 am rocks.

Who knew breakfast could do all that to a girl?

And perhaps the biggest “one-eighty” is that I didn’t think there was much good grub in Seattle.  Now I know, for sure, that there is a lot of amazing food in Seattle…you just have to know where to go.  Hopefully, my crazy little food blog will help you with that.  My mouth has had an absolute blast the last year, right here in The Emerald City.

So while this all started with reading Seattle Magazine’s article “The 55 Best Breakfasts in Seattle”, I struggle when it comes to a “Best” list.  Best is so subjective.  Part of it is quality, yes, but part of it is as simple as whether you liked it or not.  And that’s where “best” goes out the window.  Plus, I haven’t eaten EVERY Eggs Benedict in Seattle, or EVERY Croque Monsieur, or even EVERY pancake & waffle.  And, unless you have eaten every one, how can you really say “Best”?

So here are my *favorite* breakfasts of the whole shenanigans…aka The Big Breakfast Adventure.

The breakfast I have eaten more often than any other this last year is Oeufs Plat et Jambon (Baked Eggs) @ Cafe Presse.  My go-to place for fantastic food at amazingly cheap prices & without a fanfare.  I. LOVE. THIS. PLACE.

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If I had to pick just one breakfast from the entire crazy undertaking, it would be Tom’s Big Breakfast @ Lola.  When people ask me for my #1 brunch plate, I’ll tell ’em I head to Lola for octopus.  Yes, octopus.  Try it before you trash it.  I am a {complete} convert.  I even put my job on the line by suggesting to my boss that we have our next 1:1 over a plate of this particular octopus.  Suffice it to say that I still work for him.

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Lola on Urbanspoon

I never knew crepes could be be turned into such a tasty array of breakfast options.  I had {several} amazing crepes @ Anita’s Crepes.  Now, if anyone mentions crepes, my mind goes straight to Fremont.

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The food @ Spring Hill {totally} blew my skirt up all 3 times I breakfasted there.   Their meat is amazing.  Their Spring Hole is delicious.  Their Corned Beef Hash = hash heaven.  I’d eat their gluten-free plate of Bone-In Ham Steak & Cheesy Grits over & over again.

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I absolutely *loved* the French Toast @ Geraldine’s Kitchen.   I don’t even like French Toast.  And I didn’t believe that I could like French Toast until I ate this plateful.  Geraldine’s is unlike any other that I’ve eaten.

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That same French Toast can be found alongside a host of other yumminess @ Geraldine’s sister restaurant, Table 219, where I had a fantastic Grand Slam.  The bacon rocks.  The sausage rocks.  The eggs rock.  The French Toast knocks my socks off.

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One of the biggest surprises was eating fantastic Belgian Waffles @ Vietnamese restaurant, Monsoon.  Along with their swoon-worthy Nem nuong (sausage) this breakfast turned into one fantastically memorable start to my day.

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Another surprise was that a sports bar would have such delicious gourmet breakfast fare as well as fantastic Bloody Marys.  You can get both @ The Leary Traveler.  Their breakfast sandwich is a revelation.

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Hands down, my favorite morning cuppa is the Chocolat Chaud @ Cafe Presse.  Nothing else like it outside of Paris.  I am glad it comes in a cup so I can call it a drink, even though it feels like dessert.

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Talking of Cafe Presse…you can also get my beloved Baked Eggs @ their sister restaurant, Le Pichet.  They are every bit as good, just a tad spendier.  The ambiance is like sitting in a Parisian sidewalk cafe.  Gorgeous.

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So what’s the big deal about breakfast?  Breakfast is cheap, breakfast is fast & going out to breakfast gets you out of bed.  Breakfast is fun.  Breakfast is easier to do on your tod; and it’s quieter.  Oh, and breakfast is easier to find a parking spot for.  Plus, breakfast has always been my favorite meal to eat out.  Which is pretty odd considering that I grew up in England where you just don’t eat breakfast out.  That’s probably why I like it so much.  Ever the *anarchist*.

I freely admit that Sunday breakfast at home growing up was my favorite meal of the week.  Sunday was the only day of the week we had cooked breakfast.  It was always a plateful of hot, cooked goodness.  Bacon, eggs, sausages…sometimes with fried bread, sometimes tomatoes & sometimes mushrooms.  Sometimes all of the above.  Then there were Sundays we had Baked Eggs with bacon pieces on top.  Those & the Fried Bread Days were my favorites.  Breakfast was at 8 am.  You were *never* late.  And in 21 years of Sundays, I never missed one.  So I guess, really, when you think about it, this whole Big Breakfast Adventure was just bound to be.  Breakfast is in my blood, my heart, my soul.

Up until now, for me, eating out has always been mainly about the food – the taste, the quality, the appearance, the flavors, the combinations, the freshness, the textures.  My Big Breakfast Adventure – eating where & what I was told – lead me to discover that eating out is a much more holistic experience – it’s not just all about the food.  I’ve been to places that people just *love* to go to, even though the food is pretty blah.  I’ve been to places where the food is fantastic but most of the tables are empty.  Places with average food where I would absolutely go back again.  And places whose doorstep I will never darken in spite of their great food (although I do have a propensity to be able to overlook a lot of things in the name of a great plate of grub).  This year has been an eye-opener.

I’ve eaten more pastries @ Honore Artisan Bakery than anywhere else.  There is nowhere I would rather go for pastry deliciousness.  Their pastries are perfect; and that’s a really hard thing to get me to say.  They also have the nicest servers anywhere.

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I ate a fair amount of pancakes this last year.  I am not a pancake fan, but, in the line of duty, I devoured several platefuls of them.  The incredible Chestnut & Buckwheat pancakes @ Volterra totally stand out for me as my favorite.  By far.

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I like granola, but in my little world it doesn’t constitute breakfast, mainly because it is cold.  So I was not expecting to fall in love with the Granola @ Andaluca.  But fell I did.  Heavily.  Delicious granola if ever there was.

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Biscuits & Gravy are a most curious dish to a Brit.  I’ve eaten quite a few variations now, but my favorite, without question were @ the fabulous & certified organic Tilth.

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Talking of biscuits…I never imagined that Chicken & Biscuits could possibly taste as good as the ones @ Taste (SAM).  This dish was divine, as was everything else that I ate at Taste that day.  Fantastic spot for a group brunch.

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And from biscuits to waffles.  The Gingerbread Waffles that made my heart skip a beat from the fantastic flavors, I ate @ Coastal Kitchen.  Like Christmas on a plate, except I’d eat these any weekend of the year & be ecstatically happy.

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The Oeufs en Meurette @ Cafe Campagne are one of my favorite dishes of the entire year.  Foie Gras for breakfast?  Yes, please!  Very French, very good.  Cafe Campagne did not disappoint either time I went there.

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I now know that a veggie breakfast can be spectacular.  Not to mention super tasty & super filling.  For a fabulous veggie moment I’d head straight to Ballard to eat The Tower of Power @ Wild Mountain Cafe.

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On days that I need to consume the most scrumptious quiche on planet earth, you’ll find me @ Honore Artisan Bakery.  Ridiculously good pastry.  Ridiculously scrumptious fillings.

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Honore Artisan Bakery on Urbanspoon

And finally, in a return to my roots, on the days I just need to transport myself back to the place of my birth, I head straight for Capitol Hill to get a full monte, real deal, super tasty English breakfast @ Smith.  Fried Bread and everything.  Outstanding.

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I had other great breakfasts along the way…I am thinking Hudson, Bastille, Chinooks & Tilikum Place Cafe…and just because they are not included here doesn’t mean that they were somehow not worthy.  I just decided that highlighting 20 was a nice round number.  Not too overwhelming, but enough choice to suit all tastes.

Another thing that I discovered, along the way, is that writing blog posts takes an amazing amount of time.  Not that I mind that, one shred.  I am a very black and white thinker – just ask my Therapist.  If I am going to do something, I’ll either give it 120% or not do it at all.  Doing 120% blog posts takes time.  And effort.  Concentration.  Editing.  Lots of editing.  Even though I didn’t think that anyone would ever read it.  That has been the biggest surprise of all.  That my words have been eaten up by so many.  And that I’ve been cheered on from all sides.  I didn’t embark on this little project with any expectation that anyone would follow.  But, it’s been brilliant having you all come along for the ride.  Thank you.  No, seriously, THANK YOU.

Honestly, I didn’t even know that Urbanspoon existed when I started all this.  I was several months into the Adventure before I realized that there were special places where food adventures could be shared.  At yet, despite not knowing about Urbanspoon, and despite having no goal or thought of ever making into onto their Food Blog Leader-board, I find myself today sitting in the #2 spot.  Yes.  The #2 most read food blog in Seattle.


I am still completely stunned about that.  And humbled.  And grateful.  But it proves to me what I’ve always believed:  Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.  Turns out it is for me, anyway.

Bon Appetit!

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Well.  Who knew that you’d need a reservation for a weekend Brunch in Duvall?  Yes, Duvall.  Really??  Yes, really.  This might not be downtown Seattle, but the food is good enough for it to be.  Expect a crowd.

I had a whole family of brunch buddies today – enter E2, Tammy, E3 & Belle + their lovely neighbor Jo.  I’d suggested an 11 am start because E2 is not the world’s earliest riser and since I make him come to the office early all the time I thought I’d leave him to sleep in today.  When I got to The Grange Cafe I realized I should have either made him get up early or made a reservation.  Who knew?

The Grange Cafe is delightful.  A Country Cafe but with Chic Country where I was expecting Grandma Country.  Upscale Country in place of Downhome Country.  With an emphasis on buying local & eating organic, they source all their ingredients from nearby artisan farmers.  We love that.  And we hadn’t even sat down yet, let alone tasted the food.

Once a table became available & the staff had deftly added a section to make it a bigger table, we all gathered round, more than hungry.  Belle & I headed straight for the hot chocolate while the adults went straight for the fun stuff – Mimosas and Bloody Marys.

I was so not disappointed when my hot chocolate showed up with *real* cream floating on top.  And, not only that, the cream was delicately flavored with cinnamon.  It was delicious. 

We seemed to spend almost all of our time together talking about food.  We swapped notes of great places to go.  One of them is right on my doorstep, apparently.  Isn’t it always the same?  Locals never know what is right under their noses.  It always takes a visitor to make the introduction.  Funny how that works.

Jo & Tammy are Eggs Benedict aficionados, so it didn’t take them long to decide what sounded good to them.  E3 just couldn’t decide.  Made more complicated by the fact that it had by now turned 11:30 when the entire lunch menu became an added option.  Or twenty.  Ever the great Dad, E2 ordered the Meatball Sandwich ($12) & the Meat Lover’s Breakfast ($12) & E3 just had some of both.  I’d never heard of a Meatball Sandwich and I must say it was not appealing to me.  Until it showed up.  Then I just wanted to scarf it all down.  I was polite and restrained myself.

Yeah, looked mighty fine to me too.  The E’s assured me that it was mighty fine in the taste department.  E2 also raved about the fries.  The Meat Lover’s Breakfast was a huge plateful of food.  E3 tackled it like a pro.

 Belle stuck with her usual plate of scrambled eggs and added some pancakes ($6).  I think there may have been a little ham snuck off of Mom’s plate of Eggs Benny too.  The pancakes were not a huge hit, but then when you’re 5 & your favorites list changes on an hourly basis, I am guessing that the pancakes were fine, judging by the rest of our food.

Jo & Tammy *raved* long & loud about the ham tucked between the perfectly poached eggs & the home-made biscuits ($12).  Tammy loved the potatoes, Jo was on the fence about her Hollandaise, but then she is a Hollandaise Guru, having been completely spoiled previously by her fantastic cook of a husband.  The verdict was that it was just a bit on the thick side.  Hollandaise is not the easiest thing in the world to make perfectly.

I also had potatoes with my Steak & {scrambled} Eggs ($16), but I didn’t love them.  They were kinda limp to me.  It was definitely nice to see potatoes served a different way though.  Here’s a close-up.

My steak was a really nice chunk of cow.  Cooked to a perfect medium, tender & flavorful.  Better than the Steak & Eggs served up in The Georgian @ The Fairmont Hotel, downtown.  A lot better, if the truth be told.  And it was a big old slab too.  I still had no trouble finishing it.

I loved brunch today.  Everything about it – from the ambiance to the food to the company.  Especially the company.  Duvall, too, is just a lovely little village to drive to.

I have absolutely no reservations about returning to The Grange Cafe for another lovely weekend breakfast or brunch.  Except next time, I’ll make sure I don’t turn up with no reservation.

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