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Blue Star Cafe and Pub – Wallingford, WA

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Blue Star Cafe and Pub

 

I’ve returned, bitches! Enjoy some new food recs that have nothing to do with my usual geographic area. But if you end up in the Freemont/Wallingford area of Seattle because you’ve been kidnapped by octopi who get tired of carrying your whiny ass before they get to the amazing aquarium there, at least you’ll know where to get some damn good brunch.

Blue Star is right near Archie McPhee’s, which is a bizarre joke emporium that Talls and I did not go in to because we fail as human beings and hate everything fun. Seriously, they tweeted the mayor Seattle about getting the zoning for their parking lot changed to keep a unicorn, and the mayor tweeted back that he was all for it, so they named the damn single horned rainbow horse after him. Because. I despise myself.

Anyway, back to food. Originally I thought I was going to order one of their fucking amazing waffles, but they didn’t have real maple syrup. I need to learn to travel with a flask of that shit. Then, I planned to console myself with one of their massive cinnamon rolls, but they were all out. Fuck you Blue Star, don’t you understand that breakfast carbs are the source of my power!? So I had to “settle” for the Cabaret Scramble. I sobbed the entire time it took me to devour this savory deliciousness.

Sundried tomatoes, green & red peppers, fresh mushrooms, basil & garlic, topped with parmesan

Sundried tomatoes, green & red peppers, fresh mushrooms, basil & garlic, topped with parmesan

Woe is me! Talls subjected himself to two eggs over easy on top of a pile of corned beef hash, as he is wont to do. He commented early on that there was a ridiculous amount of thyme in his hash, and I had to agree. It was like some asshole in the kitchen played a loose spice shake top gag on the cook and he was so pissed he didn’t bother to make a fresh batch.

a mixture of our house corned beef, peppers & onions topped with 2 eggs any style

a mixture of our house corned beef, peppers & onions topped with 2 eggs any style

So while the coffee and orange juice was good, and the food I had to get in the end was good, Talls’ dish was way too thyme-y and they didn’t have the cinnamon buns their menu played up or any idea of what the fuck kind of syrup is supposed to be served with breakfast. Not the worst. Not the best. I declare this meh.

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.

Main Streets Cafe – Concord, MA

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Main Streets Cafe

 

We went here with my friend Julia who has managed to be her on undoing because she is so hard core that the only person worthy of being her nemesis is herself.  This meant we needed to pick her up if we wanted to have brunch with her, and since she’s so fucking incredible we obviously did.  She lives in the Concord area, so Talls and I packed her in our motorized chariot, begged her to try to rein in her glory so she didn’t accidentally destroy the car, and sped over to Concord center.

MSC has hella great drinks – good coffee, good tea, great fruit juice, and a mango smoothie that I believe Talls is now clinically addicted to.  They also have incredible muffins that are huge and have some very interesting flavor combos, so if you’re passing through stopping to grab a muffin and a drink before heading on your way would be the appropriate thing to do.  But we were there for brunch.

A buttery waffle

A buttery waffle

Brunch was… okay.  It was a pretty standard affair, so if you like a basic, no-surprises brunch you’ll be fine here.  I was bored.  Helen’s across the way (which I have covered before) also does brunch basics but it isn’t dull the way it is here.  Lots of Market Streets’ non-brunch fare is great: if you want lunch, skip the sit down restaurant and walk down to their burrito kitchen.  Even their basic burritos are amazing.  Brunch, on the other hand, is not their thing.  I felt like they were just going through the motions.  Their heart wasn’t in it.

Omelette. Hash.

Omelette. Hash.

It was fucking “meh” that when I looked at the pictures this morning to write this post it took me ten entire minutes to remember where the hell we had eaten.  What clued me in?  The chairs.

So yeah, this is not a rave review.  It’s not rant of horribleness.  This is a serviceable brunch, but if you have a choice go elsewhere.  Or stock up on muffins and drinks and then go have brunch in one of the local graveyards.  100 extra fucking weirdo points if you do this while dressed up as a ghost!