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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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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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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The Tardy Husband has finally arrived stateside.  In his honor, his wife Martina and I took him to brunch.  It’s just an all-American thing to do.  And you know me – I wouldn’t pass up a great breakfast for {almost} anything.  I had concluded that Emmer & Rye was a perfect spot for our “Welcome to America” brunch festivities.  Nestled among the swanky stores on Queen Anne Avenue’s main drag in a charming restored Victorian house & owned by a chef with the vision of locally derived, seasonally inspired cuisine, it seemed like the ultimate introduction to great Seattle grub.

 The whole party started off particularly well when our lovely server’s eyes flew wide open as she gasped, “Oh, yes!” to my eternal question “Is your hot chocolate good?”  She was right, by the way.  It wasn’t super chocolaty, but it was a far cry from the wet ‘n’ warm Hershey’s syrup & skimmed milk abominations that most places still insist on serving up.

Today was all about our guest of honor.  It was so fun to hear a real Brummie accent again.   And it was so nice to see Martina laughing & smiling with the hubs that she has been separated from for 11 months.  They wore matching Belstaff jackets – so cute.

When it came to the menu, Neil was a really good sport.  Martina & I suggested that he should go with something completely out of his comfort zone.  He was game.  Biscuits & Gravy meets newly-relocated Brit.

emmer & rye biscuits, sausage gravy, rosemary potatoes ($13)

This was a morning for new experiences.  I played along by choosing the Farro Fries (with poached eggs, wild mushrooms, hollandaise $13) simply because I had no idea what they were.  Turns out farro is a type of wheat which Chef Caswell uses to make into bread.  This bread is then turned into ‘fries’ – dense, crunchy logs of goodness.  Stacked up & topped with poached eggs, sauteed wild mushrooms & the lightest, silkiest hollandaise.  Different – for sure.  Tasty – very.

Talking of new experiences, I wondered if Neil might get a kick out of hearing a few stories from a 10-year stateside veteran.  Along with a few tips & tricks, including such sage advice as…never leave home without your driver’s license, always carry your insurance & registration docs in your car, and don’t cross a cop unless you need a {really} safe place to sleep for the night.

Seriously consider buying a radar detector (but don’t use it in Virginia or Washington D.C & use it but don’t mount it on your windshield (windscreen) in Minnesota or California).  There are traffic cops EVERYWHERE.  I swear there are more traffic cops in one square mile here than in the whole of the British Isles put together.  Which reminds me – bear in mind that when you cross those invisible state lines all the rules change.  Not knowing them is no excuse.  Oh, and remember when you’re in Oregon that it’s illegal to pump your own gas (petrol).  When you drive into California all the food that you have with you will be confiscated.  Well, maybe not all of it, but it’s just downright easier not having any with you when you stop at the Border Crossing.  Yes, I know you’re still in the same country.

Meanwhile, Martina was chowing down on the smoked sockeye salmon scramble, rosemary potatoes, toast ($13)

Other words of wisdom…if you’re driving cross-country, fill up every time you see a gas station.  Even if you still have three-quarters of a tank.  You just never know when you’re going to see another one.  It may be a while.  Especially if it’s a holiday.

If you think that living in America is no different to living in England, since we do, after all, speak the same language – think again.  While most Brits understand most Americanisms (it’s all those imported TV shows & movies), hardly any Americans understand hardly any English-isms.  In that respect, we’re like chalk & cheese.  Let’s not beat about the bush on this one.

There’s all the regular stuff like gas = petrol, grocery store = supermarket, hood = bonnet, neighborhood = suburb, yard = garden, cookies = biscuits.  Talking of biscuits – make sure you always know where the nearest Cost-Plus World Market is.  For those days when only a Chocolate Hobnob will do.  (Aside: My National Bakery School buddy, Maria, who now lives in Australia was on the team that invented the Chocolate Hobnob.  She has helped make an entire generation happy.  So proud.)

Emmer & Rye do desserts in two different sizes – mini & regular.  I downed a regular emmer shortcake, rhubarb-orange compote ($8).  Honestly I could have done with a mini; and really honestly it wasn’t the best dessert.  The rhubarb was stringy & not very tart (isn’t that why we eat rhubarb?) & the shortcake was made with a whole grain, which resulted in it being a bit on the dry side.  I’ve never been a huge fan of wholewheat anything.  This did not make me change my mind on the topic.  I don’t know where the ‘orange’ part was.  I certainly couldn’t taste it in the compote.

Other stuff it might be good to know include that a two-fingered salute will be met with blank stares & be completely ineffective at conveying your thoughts, while a one-fingered salute could land you in a fist-fight or the Big House depending on who is on the receiving end.  Sometimes people carry guns & consequently sometimes things don’t end well.

Martina made a dessert choice that ended very well.  The chocolate brownie with caramel sauce ($4 / $8) sounds pretty ordinary, but in real life – *amazing*.  I had instant food-envy when I stole a tiny corner of brownie with a little scoopette of that sauce.  The depth of flavor in both was extraordinary.  Wow.

 I’ve always said that a major difference between Brits & Americans is that Brits don’t hurt each other but do take each other’s stuff.  Americans leave each other’s stuff alone, but they kill each other.   That’s why grocery stores can leave truck-loads of goods outside all night & they will still be there in the morning.  This still fascinates me.  In England, if you don’t lock it up, it’ll be gone when you get back.  And sometimes, even though you locked it up, it’ll be gone when you get back.

You should also get used to complete strangers being familiar with you.  Embrace it.  In the grocery store, on the airplane, in the street.  Checkers at the grocery store will call you by your first name, ask you what you’re doing for the weekend, bag your groceries for you & then ask if they can carry them to your car.  In England they will only speak to you if there is a National Emergency.  And then it will be under duress.  And they’ll be grumpy about it for a week afterwards.

Neil’s dessert did not make anyone grumpy.  The butterscotch chocolate pot de creme, oatmeal cookie ($4 / $8) was one little pot of heaven.

 Now, Neil…I know you’ve spent most of your adult life trying to make the switch from Imperial to Metric, but you can stop trying now.  It’s all pounds here, baby.  Or cups.  One cup = eight ounces.  Except it’s not really very accurate when you’re talking about dry stuff.  Dry stuff settles.  Oh, and I forgot to mention one very important thing:  Tipping.  If you receive a service, you tip.  The hairdresser, the masseur, restaurant servers, the hotel maid, the hotel concierge & the valet.  If in doubt, tip.  It’s a alien concept to us Brits, I know, but folks here don’t realize that it’s a cultural thing…they just think we’re mean. They also think everyone with a British accent is super-smart.  Make the most of that.  Your accent will take you far.  Especially if you tip.

Emmer & Rye is very “earthy” cooking.  All whole grains and wholesomeness.  So much so that you can almost taste the soil from whence it came.

We hung around Emmer & Rye, laughing, for a very long time.  Martina was enthralled with the house & the decor.  The server was enthralled by our 3 crazy accents.  Neil was just enthralled by everything.  It was a lovely way to spend a Saturday morning.

Welcome to America, Neil!

PS. Zippered hoodies, Neil, zippered hoodies.  Oh, and mentally start preparing for braces.

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