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My growing discontent with America’s food production/distribution system got yet another boost from this whole egg recall debacle. I learned about localharvest.org in a great egg article on MSN and decided to see where I could find local healthy eggs. There’s a place 3 minutes from our house!
We finally motivated ourselves to try Sette Luna’s jazz brunch this past Sunday. We were there the night before for my dad’s birthday so we had a chance to peruse the brunch menu and get fired up for it. Turns out there’s no live jazz as i’d assumed – just over the sound system. Just rechecked the website and it seems they have live jazz on the patio in warmer weather. I couldn’t care less either way. I just wanted some food.
It was great that their full beer list was available. The whole cereal grain aspect of beer makes it such a logical pairing with breakfast. I kept it light though and went with the raspberry lambic. Was it fruity, you may be asking? Quite fruity! How can you tell!? They currently have a Blanche de Brussels on tap – light and lemony with a hint of honey – that would have been great too.
My wife had coffee and fresh squeezed OJ followed by fresh peach nectar. They also offer apricot.
The menu isn’t extensive. And there are a maybe a disproportionate number of dishes with smoked salmon. But you’ll find a unique array of options and Sette Luna’s twists on classic breakfast fare. I went with the Tuscan Benedict – poached eggs, pancetta, and swiss chard on a split muffin with homefries and roasted grapefruit.
My wife had 2 eggs over easy with roasted asparagus and shallots. And homefries and roasted grapefruit as well. The roasted citrus had a nice flavor, though it was a bit awkward to eat with a knife and fork. Could’ve requested a spoon I suppose.
They start serving at 10:30 am. Not much of a crowd by the time we left around noon – i definitely expected some post-church business. I’m sure it’s a different story when it’s not 30 degrees out.
Sitting at gate 2 at the Lehigh Valley airport about to embark on a business trip to Seattle (via Chicago). I can’t believe there are this many people flying this early in the morning. And it seems like many of them do this on a daily basis. Ugh.
Let’s see if I have the motivation to update this post with all of my eating experiences over the next few days…
Update 1: Breakfast at Chicago/O’Hare – Little place called Berghoff in terminal C. Mushroom/onion/jack omelet. Not very fancy but really good and sustained me for the long leg to Seattle. I won’t buy preservative-filled plane food.
Update 2: Dinner at Txori (pronounced chor-ee) – A great Spanish tapas restaurant the team took me to Tuesday evening. We tried a little bit of a lot of stuff. I snagged a menu cuz there was no way i would remember what everything was.
The best dish of the meal was unfortunately the first – octopus, red potato, olive oil and smoked paprika:
chorizo with shaved chocolate:
garbanzo beans in cumin/tomato sauce:
piquillo peppers stuffed with codfish brandade:
veal/pork meatballs:
The day’s cheese plate (our waitress did a poor job explaining the choices):
Update 3: Breakfast at Boka – This is Hotel 1000’s restaurant. Don’t know about lunch or dinner, but the breakfast was tight. Smoked salmon/apple/potato hash with poached eggs and Hollandaise.
Update 4: Dinner at Umi – I was in the mood for sushi and my hosts took me to this great spot on 1st Ave. Amazing sushi. Huge rolls. Cool space. Interesting conversation. It was a bit dark so please pardon the picture quality. Spotted real Ginger Beer on the menu. We’ve loved the soft drink (Bermudian not Jamaican) for years, and now we can get drunk from it! Gotta figure out where to find a case.
Mackerel, yellowtail, tuna belly, and salmon sushi; and lots of rolls – each one different but all equally huge. Definitely would give Sogo a run for their money:
Final Update: Breakfast at Bigfoot Food & Spirits at Sea-Tac airport. I only had a few minutes before my plane started boarding and the meal was way bigger than expected. A huge croissant sandwich with roasted potatoes and a big bowl of yogurt, fruit and granola. Followed by some Five Guys gloriousness at Washington/Dulles before my flight back to the LV.
We finally got our butts outta bed a couple Saturdays ago to hit the Easton Farmers’ Market for the first time this season. It’s a nice walk down College Hill for us and the dog and it’s a great opportunity to buy locally produced foods. We generally try to grab breakfast on the way to the market – either at the Quadrant Book Mart or the Third Street Café. As good as the food is at the Quadrant, it can be a bit chaotic and tough to get a table. Third Street Café’s food is great and the service is tight. Plus, compared to the Quadrant, the sidewalk seating is more generous and gets full shade on hot summer days – two good things when we have our pup with us.
Their menu is a bit more gourmet than your standard breakfast fare, but don’t worry – there’s nothing too exotic and the portions are great. And they have a number of specials in addition to the core menu. My wife had an artichoke and cheddar omelet and I had tender scrambled eggs with sausage and sausage gravy on biscuits. Both dishes came with sides of soft breakfast potatoes flavored with a peppery sauce. I’m used to a crispier, greasier style of homefries, but these were a nice change of pace (though I still prefer crispier potatoes as a contrast to soft eggs). It was all great. And filling – we could barely finish everything.
To drink, my wife enjoyed some coffee while i had a strawberry smoothie – a good one, not a syrupy premixed sugar shake. They have an assortment of fruit and will mix you up whatever combo you like. I think they have music every Saturday for breakfast. On this day there was a guitarist – really pleasant and not obtrusive.
All in all, it was a really nice way to start our Saturday. We headed over to the farmers’ market and grabbed a local wine, some cookies and a cherry pie, and a pork loin roast before the hike back up the hill. Then… nap time.
The fork city 