After all these years. I used to go more frequently when I lived and worked closer; now it's only an occasional treat.
Walking up there on Sunday morning, I passed insane lines at that minature pancake place and Dottie's True Blue. Actually, the Dottie's line was beyond insane, perhaps institutionalized; the people at the end looked like they'd wait 90 minutes or so. And only a couple of blocks away, superior brunch to be had with little wait.
I ordered the chupacabra, my go-to. Actually, I think the eggs benedict is the best standard dish on the menu, but usually I get the chupacabra, for health reasons, so that I can die of a heart attack at age 50 instead of 45. Dave got the blueberry french toast; he'll tell you more about that.
The chupacabra was excellent. Soft scrambled eggs, black beans, pulled pork, and chopped tomatillo.
A bite goes like this: rich/warm/soft, crunchy/cold/refreshing. Rinse. Repeat.
I want to make the line cook move into in my kitchen and cook it for me every day. I'll even install a nice hammock for him.
I had the chai, despite the 80 degree heat that reminded us of other places (Me: "I feel like I'm on Cape Cod." Dave: "I feel like I'm in Greece." Me: "Oh yeah? Well I feel like I'm in Shanghai."). I think the chai is mixed there, and it's excellent.
Passing the Dottie's line on the way out, we discussed telling the people at the end of the line that they should head up to Canteen, but didn't. Our mistake, their loss.
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