Brunch with the Girls

While Darren went to class to take a calc test, I met the girls (i.e., Tan, Sara and Ann) for brunch at a place in the Pearl called Daily Cafe. The place sort of runs like a cafeteria - you place your order and pay at the main counter but the food is delivered to the table. The menu is written in chalk on a large blackboard, there are bundles of tables scattered around the eating area, and you get to park your butt in cool, modern plastic chairs that are surprisingly comfortable.

Even though there was a good sized crowd this morning, the place remained relatively quiet so we were able to carry on a conversation without shouting at each other. The bonus is that the cafe is right across the street from Title Nine so we were able to shop once our bellies were full.

I tend to order the same thing for brunch - scrambled eggs, fried potatoes, bacon, toast, and orange juice. On a rare occasion I'll get an omelette or maybe a waffle or pancakes. Today I went crazy and ordered McCann's Slow-Cooked Irish Oatmeal with brown sugar, a side of bacon and a glass of freshly squeezed apple-raspberry juice. Growing up I wouldn't touch oatmeal, let alone eat it. Who wants to eat mushy gray oats drowned in milk? Yuck! Then one day Darr introduced me to steel-cut oats. There's a whole other oatmeal world out there, my friends. These are not mushy or gray, although I do drown them in milk, they taste fantastic and are totally satisfying to have for breakfast.