It has become the de rigeur Sunday activity - trying to find a hole in the wall, one of a kind, Sunday brunch destination and so far, Ventura Blvd is not yielding a lot of promising finds, though there are a few gems.
Trying to add miles to the NikeIpod counter in the early weekend morning has taken a back seat to catching a few more snores on the snooze button, perhaps a backlash of having to chase a 7am workweek schedule. By 10am, I'm just about ready to face the world and begin yet another discovery, though there's always the fall back option of going to a spot in Sta Susana.
He says the buttermilk pancakes were better at Du-pars. At the back of my mind - I think - "pshaw, a pancake is a pancake no matter where" but bit my tongue lest he realizes my occasional barbaric tendencies with food. Though I know the better way to make one is to fold in beaten egg whites at the last minute to get that springy feel.
That got me thinking though. What is your idea of the perfect breakfast and have you found it? Is it something your neighborhood cafe can serve you? Or is it something you'd probably have to do yourself? Of course, nothing can aspire to the grandness of the brunch selection from a hotel or country club cafe and my all time favorite will always be the champagne breakfast at The Wynn Las Vegas - but there is no fun in that. It is the spirit and quaintness of the small cafe, bistro or diner, run by families, and nurtured by histories and neighborhoods that provide excitement and purpose to going out on Sundays, a copy of the LA Times tucked in the arm.
If you can set a worthy repast before me - it will have to consist of Pancake House's chocolate chip pancakes wit
h peanut butter on the side, slices of crispy bacon, Eggs Benedict from Martha's at Hermosa, a croissant from La Boulange in San Francisco, freshly squeezed orange juice from Du-pars, made fresh everyday, and perhaps a tiny pastry to nibble on from Nata's, slices of avocado, piles of newspaper, a good cup of Batangas coffee or the Cravings house blend, seat me down in a nice sofa where I can tuck my legs in, and I'm good to go.
La Boulange de Hayes - with an exciting array of french breads and pastries.
Natas Pastries
Trying to add miles to the Nike
He says the buttermilk pancakes were better at Du-pars. At the back of my mind - I think - "pshaw, a pancake is a pancake no matter where" but bit my tongue lest he realizes my occasional barbaric tendencies with food. Though I know the better way to make one is to fold in beaten egg whites at the last minute to get that springy feel.
That got me thinking though. What is your idea of the perfect breakfast and have you found it? Is it something your neighborhood cafe can serve you? Or is it something you'd probably have to do yourself? Of course, nothing can aspire to the grandness of the brunch selection from a hotel or country club cafe and my all time favorite will always be the champagne breakfast at The Wynn Las Vegas - but there is no fun in that. It is the spirit and quaintness of the small cafe, bistro or diner, run by families, and nurtured by histories and neighborhoods that provide excitement and purpose to going out on Sundays, a copy of the LA Times tucked in the arm.
If you can set a worthy repast before me - it will have to consist of Pancake House's chocolate chip pancakes wit
h peanut butter on the side, slices of crispy bacon, Eggs Benedict from Martha's at Hermosa, a croissant from La Boulange in San Francisco, freshly squeezed orange juice from Du-pars, made fresh everyday, and perhaps a tiny pastry to nibble on from Nata's, slices of avocado, piles of newspaper, a good cup of Batangas coffee or the Cravings house blend, seat me down in a nice sofa where I can tuck my legs in, and I'm good to go.La Boulange de Hayes - with an exciting array of french breads and pastries.
Natas Pastries
