Hey, you guys, look at me! I’m live-blogging! Actually, I’m having breakfast an procastinating on my nanowrimo words. And, I have to say, live-blogging when you don’t have video or a digital camera with you is kind of boring. Plus, I think, there’a major trust issue here. How do you know that I’m really sitting at a table for two near the kitchen window, hearing the white-coated cook say, “Order up,” watching the red-haired woman with the rhinestone-trimmed jeans and pierced cheek smile, hand out menus, and freshen up coffee? I could be sitting in my comfy chair at home, making this all up.
I do not think I could have made up the extreme coincidence of having Phyllis and Kathleen walk in right behind me. I ran into them at Copperfield’s last weekend during the Zombie Shamble. Phyllis is a painter who has started painting their two dogs into steampunk themed paintings. Kathleen is a supervisor at child protective services.
Hole in the Wall in next to the place where I get my hair cut. It is very well named. There are ten tables in a small, L-shaped space. My wait-person just asked if I would like a fresh, homemade biscuit with my omelet. Well, of course I would!
The cafe got written up in the local paper recently in one of the food blogs.
The art of the walls is by Tom Basile. they are all altered photographs–some are the mirror image thing, mostly of flowers, that creates a mandala-like effect. Or womb-like. Anyway, nice.
Phyllis now has three people around her, looking at her dog-steampunk pictures on her iPad. And now I’m torn–do I write about her paintings, or about the food they just delivered to my table? Decisions, decisions!
Phyllis and Kathleen have two dogs, a dachshund and a dog that looks like a terrier or maybe a border collie. The dachshund enjoys being put in costume — I say that because I saw a photo of him in his Robin Hood costume and his tongue was lolling out and his eyes were shining. The border collie, not so much. Right now, Phyllis is working on a painting where the dachsie is posed on a penny-farthing, with a derby hat and a vest, while the border collie is painting his portrait. In the mythos of this cycle of paintings, the border collie is an artist and an archeologist, and the dachsie is an explorer.
My omelet is amazing. The eggs are fluffy, lightly browned on the top, stuffed with smoked salmon, and there is a sheet of smoked salmon folded into almost a rose-shape on the top. the country potatoes are crispy outside, tender inside, with very little seasoning. That is a good thing; they’re just right.
The supervising chef, who might be owner, is over talking to Phyllis now. they’re discussing having a show of her work when more of the paintings are finished.
the biscuits are almost indescribable. They are crispy outside, very fluffy inside. They brought me some homemade strawberry jam for it. the clue that is it real homemade is the color –light brown, not red. It means no added artificial color. It’s very nice jam, not too strongly strawberry though, oddly.
It looks like a change of shift–customers, not staff. For a few minutes there, there were two empty tables, but now they are filled and people are waiting. think it’s time to leave!
I’m of the opinion that nothing that contains smoked salmon can be anything but wonderful.