
As you might expect, I like food. All kinds of food; be it fried chicken or foie gras there’s a good chance that I’d like it in my stomach. That said though, for my money it doesn’t get much better than breakfast. There is something earnest about a heaping plate of bacon, fried eggs and toast that appeals as much to the palate as to the soul. Unpretentious, you bet, but that’s the beauty of it. I challenge you to show me another dish that is as delicious at 8 in the morning as it is in the middle of the night. The Urban Breakfast is for all of you like-minded folks out there who see nothing wrong with waffles at the dinner table or eggs in the sandwich. We know what the score is, and there’s a whole world of great grub out there waiting for us.
I would be lying if I wasn’t just a little bit partial to breakfast of my own design, but that aside there is something also to be said about the je ne sais quoi of a true breakfast joint. I’m not simply talking about breakfast in a restaurant, rather those charmingly worn local gems that exist for breakfast’s sake. Last Tuesday I was pleasantly surprised when I stumbled across just such a place out in Capitol Hill.
If I need to tell you what to get there than you don’t need to be reading this, but trust me when I say that a trip will be well worth your while. It is breakfast isn’t it?
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