As her side, Brandy chose the Cottage Fries, which were truly one of a kind. Rounded, crisp on the outside, and soft on the inside, Brandy just could not get enough of these little fried goodies, not even needing to douse them in ketchup to be happy.
The sandwich was, to Brandy, an ideal mix of breakfast and lunch (commenting on this out loud may have been what caused Brandy's server to never really check up on her, but it didn't matter much as she had been provided with a carafe of water from which to draw her own drink). The sandwich consisted of turkey cold cuts, bacon, and Swiss cheese in between two slices of French Toast (Brandy wondered aloud again whether this combination of French and Swiss food stuffs had been officially sanctioned by the EU). The bread was definitely eggy like traditional French Toast, but still firm enough to serve as the foundation for the sandwich. There was a nice smokiness in the bacon and the cheese was melted to perfection. On a dish like this, Brandy would usually yearn for a little vegetation to break up the richness, but she found her self savoring the savoriness of it.
Wanting to finish off with something sweet, Brandy asked her server about one of the crepe dishes and was informed that they were not able to serve up crepes that day. Asking for a suggestion, the waited told her that one of the specials for the day, the Stuffed French Toast, would be an excellent substitution (he also let her know that normally this dish stopped being available about 3:00 pm, which had just passed, but that he would be willing to "pull some strings" for her). Though hesitant to have yet another French Toast dish, Brandy went ahead with the order.
When it finally arrived, Brandy was hardly disappointed. Very much reminding her of Bongo Room's fabled 4 Berry White Chocolate Cheesecake Pancakes, this French toast was stuffed full of mascarpone cheese and topped with a beautiful berry sauce and a variety of fresh strawberries, blackberries, and blueberries. Brandy loved how the tart berries cut through the richness of the toast, which was very lush despite the thinnish layer of filling.
As Brandy waddled out the Nookies, she pictured the multitudes of people who would be vying to get in the front door on Sunday morning. Yes, the food was lovely, the service nice, the atmosphere inviting, and the price not wallet busting by any means, but Brandy's point still remained. Why wait in line on a Sunday morning to get what you could get any time? Brunch is a sacred time; a time to explore, a time to relax, a time for...well, taking your time. So Nookie it up on a Sunday if you must, but remember that there is nothing wrong with spreading the love.
The Short and Sweet Review
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