Why did you have to wake up to a Madrona Tree placeholder post last week? Because I was too tired from traveling home from fucking BRAZIL to write about the tasty brunch I had there. Sorry bitches, but my life is more awesome than yours.
All the food was cafeteria buffet style, which means there was tons and when you fell in love with something you could pretty much get as much as you wanted. On the first morning there was bacon and churros, but like a fool I did not have my phone to take pictures! The bacon never appeared again. 😦 There was also never any maple syrup, as one would expect in a land far from the frozen wildernesses of Vermont and Canada, but I got through it some how.
The amazing coffee soothed my maple-less nerves.
The coffee was some of the best I’ve ever had. It was served in a huge, constantly heated carafe next to another heated carafe that was full of fucking hot milk. If I ever moved to Brazil I would die within a month of heart failure from the amount of caffeine I would consume by living off of this shit.
There was also churros, churro-ed french toast, good eggs, and a huge selection of fresh-as-fuck fruit.
The banana looking lumps to the left of the eggs are stewed plantains, which for me basically means dessert for breakfast. If you have never had cooked sweet plantains then your life is meaningless and you had better get some of those in you before you die. My personal favorite is fried.
Inexplicable buns! And so much candied fruit choices to toss in your yogurt.
Talls was always eating vaguely healthy and shit. It was fucked up. I was instead pining because the buffet section that was filled with coconut cakes (seriously, just piles of sweet coconut shavings flavored with fruit or caramelized sugar) and flan for lunch AND dinner was only a vast array of fruit juice in the morning. I’m pretty sure I could live off Brazilian coffee, coconut cake, and the occasional caipirinha at a moment’s notice.
One of my food adventures turned out to be tapioca pearls in coconut milk with optional cinnamon. I thought it was optional coco powder. This was delicious.
It was a great trip and the very poor translations on the signs made eating a little surprising at times. It generally worked out, however, and if I wasn’t feeling exploratory I could always fall back on fresh fruit and buns.
And the coffee. It was amazing enough to take two pictures on two different days.
Brunch the Fuck Up 