A few weeks ago I went to Gjusta in Venice Beach.
I arrived too late for breakfast and for me, too late to try their coffee, which is supposed to be stellar. The duck confit was amazing! The savory and greasy duck meat was balanced by pickled vegetables. The house made bread was nice and chewy.
I had a crème caramel which was perfect.
I walked back to my car. It was a good day.
I haven’t eaten at a McDonalds in the United States in decades. When I lived in Singapore and before that, Taiwan, McDonalds was an air conditioned cheap restaurant where I could eat salty comfort food.
Hungry at the airport in Guatemala City, I decided to try McDonalds’ version of the Guatemalan typical breakfast.
The plantains were there, along with scrambled eggs, a tortilla, the cube of soft cheese, the mild warm salsa and the crema fresca.
I liked it. Especially because there was a sausage patty hidden under the scrambled eggs.
I had this in Flores, a small city on an island in Lake Peten Itza.
I had arrived earlier and this restaurant was across the street from the cheap hotel where I was staying.
This breakfast had the fried egg, the soft cheese, the crema fresca, the sweet salsa, the refried beans and bread which I used to absorb the sauce.
This was the best typical breakfast I had.
I watched a bittern eat a fish on the dock outside.
This was the worst breakfast and worst meal I had in Guatemala. I had thought that this chain would make better food than small cafes, but I was wrong.
First, when a server asked me if I wanted bread, she brought cookies. My Spanish is awful, but I know the difference between pan and galletas.
They bring this. A fried egg was placed on refried black beans and topped with a sweet salsa and avocado slices. That is a lot of liquid on the plate.
How can I sop up this liquid? With three slices of fried plantain of those sad cookies?
The restaurant is called Piccadilly and I would just skip it as the chef is clueless.
A stone’s throw away from my hotel in Antigua, Guatemala is Kaffe Fernando which sells their own coffee beans and chocolate.
Behold the Guatemalan breakfast!
The black beans were very rich, thanks to beautiful lard and salt. With extra tomatoes and onions, it cost 26 quetzals, which is $3.50 USD. The fried plantains were sweet and fruity and possibly the best plantains I’ve ever had. There were fresh tortillas served in a small basket.
The dining area was set in a garden.
The orange-pineapple juice was fresh and the coffee was good. It was a good start to the day which involved wandering around and taking pictures of Spanish colonial ruins.
Not far from Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles is The Waffle, a brunch restaurant.
The country gravy was a decadent treat. Served on the plate were collard greens cooked with bacon.
It was a decent breakfast. I had gone here on a date. While chemistry didn’t happen, at least I got to try an interesting cafe.
The first place I had tried fried chicken and waffles together was a Western restaurant in Singapore called The Beast.
This time I went to the legendary Roscoe’s Waffles on Sunset and Gower Street in Hollywood.
I don’t remember the name of this combination, but it was tasty. Bereft of nutrition, it was a feast of salt and fat.
The chicken was moist within and crispy on the outside. The waffle was very good, too.
Of course I will return.
A few years ago I would eat Eggs Benedict any chance I got. A few restaurants in Singapore served a good Eggs Benedict. Since I’ve returned to California I hadn’t had this dish until I went to Swami’s in Carlsbad to have breakfast with two of my brothers before attending a sister’s daughter’s christening.
For $12.95 I didn’t expect tail meat. There were a few tablespoons of leg meat atop the poached eggs.
Not bad, although the plate could have used some greenery.
I went on a internet date a few weeks ago to Redbird, a fancy restaurant in downtown Los Angeles.
The brunch plate cost about $25. I could look up the price, but my currently mellow state discouraged me from doing so.
Brunch was delicious. The red eye sauce . Mixed in the yolk of the two fried eggs, it was intensely savory and warmly earthy. However the portion was minute. Two plates would have satisfied me. I even had a drink, before which I hadn’t imbibed since a October. I forgot to photograph it. It was a clear Bloody Mary that set me back $15.
My date had this:
The menu looks amazing:
I would return.
I saw a video about Eggslut on Eater when I lived in Singapore. The proprietor was showing his technique to poach scrambled eggs in butter.
Naturally when I moved to LA, I would want to try their signature sandwich. When I had read that the proprietor was opening locations in New York it cemented my desire to eat one of these legendary egg sandwiches.
Every time I went to Grand Central Market in downtown LA, the line was too long for my appetite.
This time I endured the ten minute wait.
The delicious scrambled egg was served on brioche with orange cheese and chewy bacon.
It was amazing! It was the best egg sandwich I’ve ever eaten.
That and freshly squeezed orange juice and I was happy.