Tryst – Arlington, MA

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.

Brunch Up or Shut Up – Coffee vs Tea vs Juice

Welcome to a new feature on this here blog o’ vittles and bitchosity! Brunch Up or Shut Up is my musings on the eternal debates of brunch and an invitation for you all to blather right back at me in the comments. Are any of the options displayed here correct or incorrect? Technically, no. But in reality I will assume I’m right unless convinced otherwise.

What to drink with brunch? If your answer is “just water,” you can fuck off for this post and return another time. There isn’t anything wrong with water, but there isn’t anything right with it either. It’s less of a choice and more of a glass of neutral. Honestly, I assume most people all are also drinking water in addition to their cups of liquid they had to actually make a decision about. Drinking water only is pure laziness.

As I’m sure people have noticed, I drink coffee and Talls drinks juice – orange juice, specifically.  There was a time now buried to current memory (a.k.a. before I went to grad school) that I hated coffee and drank tea exclusively.  With this amazing range of drink consumption I feel I am fully equipped to settle the score on the question of coffee vs. tea vs. juice.

 

Contender One: Coffee!

Contender One: Coffee!

Coffee is a breakfast/brunch/lunch/ohgodIneedcaffeine standard for a reason.  It is full of caffeine!  It can be flavored with lots of different things so it doesn’t punch you in the face with bitterness!  It can not be flavored with things so you can be ballsy and savor the bitterness!  It can actually taste good on it’s own!  It can be hot or iced!  It can julienne fries!  It took me a bit to get into coffee because I am cheap and so the stuff I was drinking was often bitter, but my caffeine needs propelled me into the black arms of this dried, roasted, ground berry.  I have had good coffee, and I have had bad coffee, but I will basically always order the coffee because my brain doesn’t switch on til I taste it.  Seriously, I have a Pavlovian response going on and will feel more alert after drinking decaf even if I know at the time it’s decaf.  Oh brain, you’re so dumb!  But yeah, coffee has pushed tea largely out of my brunch life at this point.  This is at least part due to me being a giant tea snob and thus struggling to find restaurant teas I like, whereas I’ll drink pretty much any brown water poured out of a carafe.

 

Contestant Two: Tea!

Contestant Two: Tea!

As I said above, I am a tea snob.  I have teapinions.  I want my black tea Indian and strong enough to stand a horseshoe up in.  I want my green tea roasted with brown rice.  Most tisanes (fruit or herbal tea with no actual bit of tea plant in them) are not my thing, aside from mint tea, which should be sharp and herby instead of sweet.  I do not demand loose leaf, I just want to like what I’m drinking.  Being hard to please I usually don’t drink tea outside of the house or I bring my own.  I’m a little more reasonable with iced tea but I think that’s because my brain classifies it under “juice” instead.  Dumb, dumb brain.  But NO sweet tea!  I’m not a hummingbird so that stuff is disgusting.

 

Opponent Three: Juice!

Opponent Three: Juice!

I was tempted to ask Talls to write an Ode to Juice for this, but I feel I have a firm foundation for my opinions here having sat next to and/or across from him as he drinks juice for as long as I have.  I have even been known to steal a sip or two when he says it’s really good.  The best juice? Passionfruit.  Seriously.  If you live in Boston or Framingham you can get it at the Padaria Brasil bakeries in Allston and Framingham center.  It is worth it and their cheesey buns are also good.  These are not brunch places, but they are a way to get damn good Passionfruit juice in the US, which is hard because it doesn’t ship well.  Talls told me it was the best juice ever, and I laughed.  And then I had it, and I laughed no more because I was too busy guzzling the stuff.

Second best, at least for the juice-loving gent I live with, is orange juice.  There is a HUGE taste difference between fresh squeezed and not, so if you can get fresh squeezed (and are okay with the price), you should.  Just like you should get citrus mailed directly from Florida if possible and eat your cherry tomatoes straight off the vine, fresh squeezed orange juice is simply fantastic.  Talls has ordered juice so good I wished for a caffeinated version so I could forsake my coffee.  Then I realized people do caffeinate juice and the offerings sound super gross.  So let’s acknowledge that good orange juice is damn good, and leave it at that.

 

—-The Winner!—-

Coffee.  Duh.  I don’t drink it every morning because I think it sucks, people.  Tea and juice are good and everything, but they don’t flip the wake up switch and make me feel cozy the way coffee does.  Coffee “Let’s go!” that is just the right amount of punch and not too jarring.  Also I can get it basically anywhere since I’ll drink basically any coffee.  I care about the quality of my tea and juice, and that makes them less useful.  I don’t want to not enjoy my drink at brunch, so coffee it must be.

But that coffee with preheated milk at the cafeteria thing in Brasil was hands down the best.

The Painted Burro – Davis Square, Somerville, MA

The Painted Burro

 

I would just like to say, for the record, that this place is fucking amazing and if you do not immediately stop whatever stupid thing you’re doing right now and get your ass into one of their seats so you can get their food in your mouth, you are a useless fool.  Jesus Christ on a cheese-coated unicycle they have god damn candied bacon here people!  Go eat there now and read this review later.  Seriously.  I’ll wait.

Let's get in the mood with some fabulous art.

Let’s get in the mood for food with some fabulous art.

It’s a nice place with a great set up, and as long as the weather is nice their gigantic wall of windows is open to street.  That’s right: amazing grub AND ambiance.  Seriously, why aren’t you eating here RIGHT NOW!?!?

French toast: egg-dipped brioche, caramelized plantains,  mascarpone whipped, maple syrup

French toast: egg-dipped brioche, caramelized plantains, mascarpone whipped, maple syrup

This pile of food was fucking delicious, and not just because I am addicted to real maple syrup and will always say yes to fried plantains.  The french toast under all of that was thick, fluffy, and a little crisp on the outside.  Perfection!

EL MONTANERO “SUPERBEASTO”: 2 fried eggs, chorizo con papas, pork charro beans, chicharron, fried plantain, burro rice, chipotle mayo, baja cream, crispy tortilla

EL MONTANERO “SUPERBEASTO”:
2 fried eggs, chorizo con papas, pork charro beans, chicharron, fried plantain, burro rice, chipotle mayo, baja cream, crispy tortilla

Talls order this pile of deliciousness and, because he is tall and has extra stomach space in his legs like all tall people (look, it’s the only logical explanation of this), HE FINISHED THE ENTIRE THING. I manage to steal like a bite and even that was dangerous.  This is a well named dish.

THICK CUT BROWN SUGAR BACON

THICK CUT BROWN SUGAR BACON

I am totally just copying directly off the menu for the descriptions because even their capitalization is apt.  Eating this was seriously like eating candied meat, and it was one of the most amazing gustatory experiences of my life.  I’ve never really understood wanting to eat yourself sick on something until I tasted this.  The Painter Burro saved me by not putting anymore bacon on that plate. Fuck, every bite almost killed me with happiness!

To sum up: GO EAT HERE NAO!!!

To sum up: GO EAT HERE NAO!!!

The Painted Burro is perfect and you need to go eat there, stat.  Look, I left a physical comment raving about this place at the restaurant, and they fucking sent me a personalized thank you email.  GO THERE BITCHES.

Bondir – Concord, MA

Bondir Concord

 

My parents are great people.  Really.  They’re caring towards each other, and to me, and to other people.  They raised me to love maple syrup, so the clearly did something right.  They do not, however, appear to know how to determine if a restaurant serves brunch.

They invited me and Talls out to their neck of the woods for brunch and chose Bondir Concord because they’re fancy like that.  Unfortunately, Bondir serves Lunch not Brunch.  Goddamn it.  I ordered the most brunch like thing they had and soldiered on.

My attempt at brunch - a ploughman's lunch.

My attempt at brunch – a ploughman’s lunch.

It has cheese, brown bread, and fruit preserves.  That’s vaguely brunchy, right?  It was presented quite fancily and was tasty enough.

And hey, the latte was good.

And hey, the fucking latte was good.

So yeah.  This wasn’t really brunch so I don’t have a lot else to say.  The food wasn’t bad, but it was also pretty expensive so it’s not anywhere Talls and I would go on our own even for the meals they do serve.  And Concord has plenty of great restaurants who do good food that won’t break the bank.

The place was done up pretty, though.

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Sauipe Park – Sauipe, Brazil

Costa do Sauipe

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

And the coffee. It was amazing enough to take two pictures on two different days.