My Other Kitchen – does not appear to have a website so the link goes to Yelp

This is the second place I drive past every day on my way to work, but it was small enough and busy enough I’ve again managed to never stop by.  Come the weekend I packed Talls into the car and drove like a bat out of hell to try and get one of the few tables – which are all outdoors, by the way.  The tables were already all taken because the weather was fucking gorgeous.  Fall mornings in New England are the best.  We went in and ordered anyway, as there is an inside bar as a last resort.  Talls waited for the food while I stalked diners outside, and my creepieness paid off!  We ended up with a table in the shade near an adorable English ex-pat family and fucking delicious food.

The special was caramelized pear french toast. Guess who ate this?

The coffee was delightful and unending, while the orange juice was delicious and doled out in small, expensive amounts.  I’m honestly surprised this isn’t the case more often with fresh squeezed, but there you are.  The french toast was just as rediculously fucking tasty as it looks in that picture.

Talls had a cast iron breakfast, complete with actual cast iron pan.

There was chorizo, scrambled eggs, hash browns, cheddar cheese, and one home made cornbread muffin in this pile of noms.  I think the white stuff is yogurt, but I’m entirely sure.  Regardless, all of this was consumed and I was able to steal very little for myself.

This is a tiny place that has little indoor seating, so lines happen here with ease.  As long as the weather holds it’ll be a bitching place to eat, and when that falls apart it will become an amazing place to eat out from.  The only thing it’s missing is an indoor dining area, but with the winters Massachusetts gets that’s a pretty big thing.