One of my earlier memories with Spencer is sitting on the bench outside at school and ooing and awing over the Smitten Kitchen blog every time we hit the "Surprise Me!" button. Food very well may have brought us together, and it definitely has sustained our friendship. Let's be honest, the promise of a Benedict on the beach is the only reason I agree to meet sometimes. It is really yummy!
That's not true. It is delicious, but it is only as good as its company, which explains why I love it so much. Spencer and I have made this breakfast a Saturday morning tradition. The restaurant is lovely. We sit on the terrace with the sun and the breeze. We ask for iced tea with lots of lemon. A great waiter really understands the concept of extra lemons. The perfect recipe (invented by us) is 3 lemons and 1 sugar per glass. Don't be sorry.
Two of the benedicts are our favorites: one has char-grilled pink prawns, and the other has tomato, spinach, and asparagus. I think the hollandaise is the best part. A side of bacon crumbled over adds a smokey crunch.
If you are not convinced of this place yet, you must know the staff wears shirts with the chemical symbols for Barium, Carbon, Oxygen, and Nitrogen to spell Bacon. Isn't that wonderful?
Our first time here, I decided we needed to become regulars. One day, a miracle happened. The host who brought us to our table said, "You guys must be regulars by now." It was a dream realized.
(Kinda) Fancy braid.
Definitely fancy lipstick. Doesn't it just pop?
Another tradition of ours is picnicking.
We either go to Whole Foods of Fresh Market or the downtown farmer's market, and get all sorts of goodies.
Usually, we get baguette, really good cheese (the "really" part is vital), berries, haute chocolat (or another pretentious chocolate), and tea.
We also are very fond of heirloom tomatoes, with goat cheese, olive oil, and coarse salt on baguette.
Other times with get pastries from the french bistro, and iced lattes.
Though Starbucks is our second home, we have found that plain ol' lattes are almost always better elsewhere. Maybe they are just more special.
Who doesn't enjoy a fine pistachio paste? Well lots of people, but thank goodness I am not on of them.
Eat on a blanket, on the grass, overlooking the bay or the gulf, and after, you may be a little warm. All of that sun gets to you, you know?
Well what remedy is there but frozen yogurt. Yummmm.
I may have a tiny obsession with food. Hmmm. Does not sound like a problem to me.
xo,
LA
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