French toast orgy

Taking advantage of yet another day off, I had lunch with my intern homie before she leaves for India. Since Vietnamese was too close to the work she was avoiding, and Japanese is closed on Wednesdays, we ended up at Toast. We had tried going there for brunch, which was a mistake, given how absurdly crowded it was. But Wednesday lunch was a bit more manageable.

Toast (great name, even better logo!) is sort of upscale diner. A promotion from our usual Clarke's. And as soon as I opened the menu, it jumped out at me. French toast orgy. I read closer. Stuffed french toast in chocolate, pureed strawberries or marscapone. Covered in yogurt with granola, honey and fresh fruit. I toyed with the chicken-apple sausage, but tried to contain my gluttony. The biggest dilemma was which of the three flavors. Then the waiter told me I could get one of each, and I nearly kissed him. (It is VD day, after all.) Oh the grand decadence!!

(before)

The berries were fresh, plump blackberries and blueberries and strawberries. Honeydew, grapes. Natural yogurt. To say nothing of the amazing stuffed french toast. To my surprise, the strawberry was probably the best.

(after. it's seasonal art!)

It was such a sensual, satisfying experience I nearly had to take off my pants. Largely because they couldn't so much accommodate my lunch.

Afterwards, I tried to walk some of it off as I trudged down unshoveled sidewalks of 8 inches of snow to the library to restock on books. And it was the most gorgeous day that it has been in 3 weeks. Clear, cloudless blue skies. Only the occasional wind. Temps above 0. Ah.

Hopefully I will snag a gig tomorrow. The good part of being off - I can intercept calls for interviews. 3 in 2 days!

on iTunes: "Way to Your Heart" - Persephone's Bees