The Sweet Peach Diner – Belmont, MA

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.

Trident Booksellers and Cafe – Boston, MA

Trident Booksellers and Cafe

 

I know what you’re thinking: this going to be a shitty little bookstore with a three wobbly tables and four books and it will be the worst experience of your life because no one can do books and food well and you’re going to track down my address and burn terrible cookbooks at me so I can understand you emotional fuck-uped-ness after having to read this horrific review.

BUT YOU’D BE WRONG, BITCH.

Trident is so fucking incredible it has raised both the cafe and the book selling sections of its business to an art form.  They have a pretty interesting selection considering that they’re on the small side of bookstores, and I will always love them for having a copy of Voodoo Histories the one time I was in a bookstore and actually had a book I was desperately trying to track down.

But come on, this is not a book blog.  This is a brunch blog.  On to the brunchings!

Trident has breakfast all day, so Talls and I were technically having dinner when these photos were taken.  Whatthefuckever, it was all fucking delicious.  I had the Monte Cristo, which is a ham, cheese, and fruit compote sandwich on two slices of french toast instead of regular bread.  In a word: mind-blowing.

And in the words of this blog: mind-fucking.

And in the words of this blog: mind-fucking.

Yes, that is real maple syrup on the side for dipping.  Perfection!

Talls had a special that I can’t remember the name of, but was basically a cross of their frittata and Eggs Benedict on a crepe.  Even after I was stuffed with my own food my poor guy was fending off my attempts to steal all of his.

I don't remember the name of this, but I do remember it was delicious and I wanted to steal the whole thing.

I don’t remember the name of this, but I do remember it was delicious and I wanted to steal the whole thing.

To sum up: get your ass to Trident.  They are definitely busy at standard meal times, so there will be a wait that may cause you to buy books you didn’t plan on getting if you come then.  If you show up at 7pm on a Wednesday like we did it will be about 3/4 full and you may even score a booth seat.

Also all their juices are fresh squeezed and amazing, so do yourself a huge fucking favor and have one of their hippy-ster juice blend things no matter how weird they sound.  Their tea selection is also excellent.  They’re also open 8am to midnight every day, so it is an excellent place to scratch your brunch itch even at the strangest times.

Acitron Cocina Mexicana – Arlington, MA

Acitron Cocina Mexicana

When the Talls and I first moved into this area, we immediately went on the hunt for a regular brunch place.  We were shocked to find none we liked within walking distance.  This was before Madrona Tree started to do brunch (although their hours are still fucking short.  Who the hell stops breakfast food at 11am on a Sunday!?), and we were bereft.  Where would I get my french toast fix?  Who would ply us with sausage and bacon?  It was all very sad, especially since Somerville and its fabulous collection of brunch places were right fucking there and we had easy access to both a car and buses.  But we sobbed anyway.  It was really pathetic.  It did lead to the creation of the Brunch it Yourself shit though, so that was good.

But lo, the Internet did say that a fancy-great Mexican place nearby had a great brunch!  We were skeptical, but desperate.  So off we went to Acitron, which has since become our local brunch go-to.  Isn’t that always how these melodramatic stories go?

Huevos Benedictos - please note the inclusion of an ENTIRE avocado.

Huevos Benedictos – please note the inclusion of an ENTIRE avocado.

Acitron’s food is great and the staff are fabulous.  They tend towards the savory and you can even get a really great omelet with cactus in it.  There’s still crepes and french toast, but I haven’t even tried that yet because their egg-based concoctions are JUST SO GOOD.  Also, every plate gets tasty fresh fruit as a side, and how can I say no to that?

Fresh made tamale!  So delicious she forgot to eat her black beans.

Fresh made tamale! So delicious she forgot to eat her black beans.

There's some fab hash under all that egg.

There’s some fab hash under all that egg.

Learn from me, brunchies: don’t be afraid to go to a restaurant that makes no intuitive sense as a brunch place.  It may just be the greatest brunch place of all.

The Madrona Tree – Arlington, MA

The Madrona Tree

I’d already been here for sandwiches and their great, made-on-the-spot sodas, but this fall they started including a breakfast/brunch menu and so I had to return.  Seriously, this is the list of their standard sodas: blue-raspberry, raspberry-lime, lemon-lime, strawberry, strawberry-basil, and blackberry-mint.  When I went for brunch, their seasonal option was maple.  They had already earned a gold star with their drinks.

Red Sox French Toast

Red Sox French Toast

They have a good range of sweet and savory, and some very tasty twists on brunchy standards.  They’re all Boston or Arlington themed as is so common here, but regardless they are good.  The above contains apple, berry, cream cheese, and crumb topping.  Also, all french toast comes with real syrup, and both the toasts and the pancakes can be made gluten free.

A scramble, a.k.a. egg-containing pile of food

A scramble, a.k.a. egg-containing pile of food

Many of their dishes have a slight Mediterranean take on things due to the origins of the family who owns the place.  I think they do a good job of making this work.

This lured me away from french toast.  So worth it.

This lured me away from french toast. So worth it.

At other times they just go crazy with their variations on breakfast themes (this is an eggs Benedict variant) and those are super tasty as well.  Those who prefer old standards will not be as happy here as those who want to branch out, but there are still options for the classic brunchers here and there.

It’s a little small so it fills up fast, but they do have a clip board so you can get in line on there instead of in person.  During the summer they double their seating with some lovely tables outside that also get service.