Monthly Archives: September 2014

The Sweet Peach Diner – Belmont, MA

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The Sweet Peach Diner

 

This is a place I drive past every single morning on my way to work, and every time I ask myself: why the fuck am I not stopping and shoveling food into my mouth instead continuing on into the office?  Luckily the traffic around there in the morning is a bitch so there’s no easy way to park and lose my job to deliciousness.  I finally got there recently when Talls and I wanted to go to a new brunch place but not drive too far.

This place has excellent food, and as I said up there, fuck all for parking.  There’s a tiny amount on the street, and a parking lot got the local nature reserve not too far away.  If you come at a classic brunch time like 10 on a Sunday, this place is packed.  We did this and ended up eating at the counter because there were no tables available, and still had a great meal.  Wonderful servers, a nice set up, and great food can’t be beat.

 

The Sweet Peach Stuffed French Toast. It is as fantastic as it looks.

The Sweet Peach Stuffed French Toast. It is as fantastic as it looks.

Me?  Eat French toast?  I know, so fucking shocking.  This pile of deliciousness was jam packed with peaches, fresh whipped cream, and all around tastiness.  It also came with real maple syrup, because this place knows where the hell it is: New Fucking England.

There was also bacon. A lady needs protein.

There was also bacon. A lady needs protein.

The Tallsasaurus went for something hashy, as is his wont, although this time in Eggs benedict form.  It was on cornbread instead of biscuits, and was fabulous.  There’s also a pulled pork benedict on their menu that I will have to try sometime.

The hash benedict. Also crazy good.

The hash benedict. Also crazy good.

Final verdict?  Get your ass over to Belmont, find some way to park, and go eat at this diner whenever you can.  They know what the fuck they’re doing brunchwise, and they do it well.

Birthday Brunch!

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Talls turned older recently (if he will let me record his old man voice I will happily put it up here.  It’s my favorite fucking thing sometimes.) and while initially I had wanted to throw him an ice cream birthday party as that’s the food blog he would have, we ended up doing brunch instead.  Oh no.  Boo hoo.  It’s so shitty things worked out this way.

I made a pile of food and everyone else either brought food, maple syrup, and juice.  We were buried under a metric shit-ton of maple syrup and juice for weeks afterwards.  Our friends are the best!

I will post the other foods in a second, but let’s all first marvel at the piece de resistance:

It's a fucking pancake cake bitches. A cake. Made. Out of PANCAKES.

It’s a fucking pancake cake bitches. A cake. Made. Out of PANCAKES.

This was Talls’ birthday cake: layers of gigantic pancakes with homemade raspberry syrup and vanilla whipped cream that had goddamn flecks of vanilla bean in it.  It’s creatrix is a semi-professional baker, and she did not balk at this assignment when I asked her to make this thing.  She sat down and made this glorious pile of deliciousness, and then fed it to us.  It was as tall as a fucking regular layer cake you guys.  It arrived in a cake carrier.  I couldn’t even, and I still can’t.  This woman is the fucking best and the champion of the world.

And now for the regular food:

I made quiche and remembered to get a before pic!

I made quiche and remembered to get a before pic!

I made baked french toast and did not remember!

I made baked french toast and did not remember!  Also a waffle maker was brought and I made batter so we had fresh waffles.

There were piles of cheddar cheese scrambled eggs!

There were piles of cheddar cheese scrambled eggs!

And last but not least, mystery meat (alligator as it turned out) and parfait. There was also bacon and sausage, but they were gone way too fast for photos.

And last but not least, mystery meat (alligator as it turned out) and parfait. There was also bacon and sausage, but they were gone way too fast for photos.

We spread blankets on the grass and had a picnic with lots of people in our backyard.  Everyone was well fed – especially my dog who snarfed a good amount of waffle when people weren’t looking.

In conclusion, I recommend throwing a fucking awesome brunch birthday party for the brunch companion in your life, and not looking for suggestions for it on Pinterest because you’ll feel like a non-glamorous ass otherwise.

Tryst – Arlington, MA

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Tryst

 

Tryst is a fancy-ass restaurant in Arlington that Talls and I had avoided partly out of concern for the price and partly because on the weekend we’re jeans and t-shirt people and this doesn’t strike me as a jeans and t-shirt place.  But one weekend our friend Jenn was over, and we wanted to take her to a new brunch place but not, like, have to fucking drive or something crazy.  So Tryst it was.  Everyone who worked there was lovely, there were no comments on our attire, and the food was great.  Also, it was Restaurant Week still (I swear it lasts for a month in the Boston area.  This is not a complaint.) so it was cheaper than it would have otherwise been.  Bitchin’!

 

Every morning should start with a fancy duck taco.

Every morning should start with a fancy-ass duck taco.

There were two courses, because fucking-a Restaurant Week menu, and I went for the starter that said “duck.”  Like “maple,” “french toast,” and “bacon,” “duck” is one of my go-to menu words.

 

Talls was crunchy granola as he tends to be.

Talls was crunchy granola as he tends to be.

Jenn went for a peanuty thing.

Jenn went for a peanuty thing.

 

For the main course we stuck with our buzzwords, but they were all fancy and delicious so it worked out well.

Me: french toast!

Me: french toast!

Talls: huevos rancheros!

Talls: huevos rancheros!

Jenn: eggs n' meat!

Jenn: eggs n’ meat!

 

Jenn and I agreed the coffee was delish, and Talls loved the juice.  The atmosphere was nice, and as we were there earlier it wasn’t packed.  If you want a fancy place to eat tasty food that won’t bitch you out for sipping your coffee with a pinkie out, this is your place.

Sunset Cantina – Allston, MA

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Sunset Cantina

 

We mistakenly had brunch here one Saturday, expecting to eat lunch but finding there was still and hour before their brunch ended.  Judging from the menus alone it looks like their Sunday brunch is more of a thing (I mean, they don’t even have a Saturday brunch menu on the menu linked above), so perhaps I will cover that some time as well.

As I was expecting lunch I went with a savory meal of thick Texas toast smothered in egg, bacon, and cheese.  Talls had a breakfast burrito.

 

So big I only ate half.

So big I only ate half.

He, of course, finished his.

He, of course, finished his.

 

It was good… but.   This is the feeling I am always left with after eating at Sunset.  It’s not bad, but it’s not fabulous.  They have a great beer selection and actually a decent range of ciders, and I feel like they slack a little on their food because most people eating there have had a pint or two and can’t fully taste anything.

Anyway, not a place I’d rave about, but it’s decent and will fill you up.  I will have to go back for the Sunday Brunch to see if it’s more awesome.