As you may be aware, things have been a little stressful around here lately. But…I’m getting back on my feet, getting out an about, and am steadily remembering that life is for living. It’s time to be happy. Yes, sad things happen. Bad things. But there’s so much good out there too.
There are so many things worth smiling about.
For example, Rust took me out for brunch on Sunday.
We do that now. We are grown ups. Who Brunch. People who say they don’t like brunch tell lies. There is no better meal. Brunch, brunch, brunch.
So, we are out in Old Town Spring on Sunday, and have settled in to a new-to-us bistro. I swear, though only a few minutes from our house, Old Town feels like a world away. There are crazy shops, like a used book store, a Buddhist shop, and a Brazilian jewelry shop, art galleries and more. It’s flooded with people, and has such a hippie vibe. But I digress.
It has really good reviews, about the menu and about the ambiance. For us though, the ambiance was meh. And the menu, it did have a few interesting elements…but I found the prices off-putting. The biscuits and gravy? $10. I assumed at this price, I would be impressed. However, the biscuits were from a can (you know that taste, you can’t ignore it) and the gravy was just so-so. No side of fruit of bacon or anything – just 2 canned biscuits for $10.
We also had the French toast. While not bad, at $12, 3 pieces of white bread French toast and a banana is steep. This isn’t The Strip in Vegas. This is Old Town Spring. A hipper, trendier gastropub in the highdollar district offers better options at a better price.
While I thoroughly enjoyed my handsome company, I was left unimpressed.
French toast has a WORLD of possibilities.
We can do so much better.
Oreo Stuffed French Toast.
The typing of that phrase alone almost makes me diabetic, but the fat girl in me gets giddy thinking about it. Who doesn’t love a chocolaty, sweet Oreo? Who doesn’t love French Toast? Why NOT combine the two? It’s really simple logic. Try it for yourself, but be warned…two pieces are enough. Three leads to the need for insulin. Somehow, somewhere, there’s beauty in that. And the best part? You can make scads of this for $12. You can make it every Saturday this month and next for a total of $12.
I mean, I wouldn’t, but you totally could, and me, well, I’m on a boat to finding happy. I won’t judge you one bit if you do.