Sunday, August 3, 2008

After the holidays - California livin'

Sorry for the radio silence, but I've been away on a road-trip in California and a bit of Nevada (planet Vegas, to be more precise).
Oh, these were two weeks filled with all sorts of fantabulous experiences and a lot of finger licking food and a bunch of the cravings I've been having ever since I left were satisfied again.

So I'll be posting the eats, bit by bit. As America is the land of Breakfast, it seems only appropriate to start with some of the highlights of what we were waking up to.

Well not really waking up to, as mostly the hotels / motels serve something they call the 'continental breakfast', which in the worst case consisted of some Fruity Loops and milk and mostly of a doughnut or a bagel with some cream cheese. Now I have nothing against a good bagel, but after an almost 24 hour flight I'd like to be able to pick from an assortment of say 20 kinds of bagels and 20 kinds of cream-cheese - like you can in a bagel shop. So the sesame-bagels with plain cream cheese got old real quick and we ventured out in search of lovely cafes and authentic looking diners to get the real cholesterol-packed experience of the American breakfast. Waffles, pancakes, eggs and hash browns were the usual winners.

San Francisco, Honey Honey Cafe and Creperie (Nob Hill, Post Str 599)

It's a lovely little cafe quite near the Union Square, we went there two mornings in a row. The pancakes were lovely (although crepes are the specially there, we went for the fat American ones). I couldn't resist the traditional butter + syrup version and S had his with fresh strawberries.

And my eggs over easy with Cheddar were just what I needed to fight the wind of SF (what about that lovely California weather, huh?).

Another nearly heart attack inducing breakfast experience was at the 'World famous' Temecula Old Town Swing Inn. As you walk through the door you see a fridge filled with the most classical 'pie in the face' pies, topped with heavy whipped cream.

Temecula is a smallish town in the middle of a bunch of wineyards in between LA and San Diego, we went to some nice wine tastings there

and ate the sweetest (also the fuzziest) peaches the farmer had just picked that morning. But before all that, we completely over-indulged at the Swing Inn. Not surprisingly, breakfasts like these leave you feel full for the entire day, none of us wanted anything to eat before it was dinnertime. ˇ

I had my beloved hash browns with over-easy eggs. Others had giant breakfast combos, like 2 pancakes, 2 eggs, bacon and toast.

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