The Eggs Benedict McMuffin is by far the most vile-tasting item to ever leave the McDonald's test kitchen and pass my lips. .
Me personally, I'm a fan of the lowly scrambled egg. I relish it's simplicity.
Myself, I like a good hearty breakfast.. bacon is mandatory, runny eggs likewise. Good thick toast, plenty of real butter, perhaps a (good quality) sausage.
And while I'm killing myself, round it off with some pastry -- a fruit danish of some description, and/or a croissant.
Mmm. Fatty deposits.
Best breakfast?
There's a place in our cabin town called Rosie's Bakery. They serve a "hungry man breakfast" that consists of:
Six eggs cooked any way (I prefer overeasy)
Six slices of bacon
Six sausages
Six slices of ham
Six slices of toast (whole wheat)
Six buttermilk pancakes
Some random sliced fruit (Who needs fruit?)
All the milk / juice / coffee you can drink.
That's my favorite breakfast.
I'm a simple man.
Best breakfast(s):
Canadian Pancake House (now closed!) on the UWS in Manhattan: peanut butter waffles. Tented in the middle of the plate, the peanut butter melted and running down the sides... Mmmmm...
Crunchy French Toast (originally from E.J.'s, but now I make it at home on special occasions): chopped up almonds and crushed cornflakes which you dip the thickly sliced challa (sp?) bread into... MMmMmMmmmm
Nothing beats the Dutch Baby from the Original House of Pancakes. Two to three hour waits on weekends and holidays but damn if it is not worth it.
Steak 'n' eggs. With grits. Mmm.
And, in the best of all possible worlds, hash browns. But it's impossible to get decent hash browns on the East Coast of the United States. Once, some years ago, I found a little diner that miraculously not only had them on the menu but made them just right: crispy-crunchy outside, soft but not mealy inside, just the right amount of salt and onion... Then I met the woman of my dreams and dragged her there, only to find they no longer served hash browns. "Why?!" I cried in Job-like anguish. "The guy who made them left," they explained. I tried my best to find out where he'd gone, but cooks don't leave forwarding addresses, they just vanish. To this day, the woman of my dreams has never had real hash browns. And still I ask, Why?! But if I have to go back to Anchorage, Alaska (where I had the best hash browns of my life many years ago) I will have them again before I die.
So, anyway, to answer your question: steak 'n' eggs.
For me, sunday mornings were made for a good bloody mary, extra horseradish and tabasco served with a steaming pile of "real" corned beef hash on top of three soft, fluffy and still a bit runny scrambled eggs, home fried potatoes with too much paprika, and whole wheat toast.
That apple pancake from Dutch Baby looks pretty damn good tho'....
Okay. I'll bite. What the hell is a grit?
Most of the hashbrowns in oz seem to be fairly generic, and rather similar to the Macca's HashBrown(tm). Not that that's altogether bad, mind you - sometimes you just _need_ a coupla kilos of grease...
Make a nice piece of toast. Cover it with cream cheese. (One side only please.) Top with smoked salmon. Then crown with a poached egg.
Coffee, orange juice, and I'm out of here.
As long as it's breakfast time in kiwiland... (it's fashionably late dinner here in Californium)
A true Cal Omelete: 3 eggs, crumbled Italian Sausage, grilled onions, pico de gallo salsa, mashed avocado and cream cheese...
Creamed chipped beef? Best when dripping over a toasted sourdough english muffin with a poached egg inbetween... And Stouffer's frozen is better than most attempts at homemade...
I love a well-cooked wad of hash browns more than life itself, but even the ill-disguised latkes the fast food chains try to pass off as hash browns will improve a hot breakfast for me by 50%.
The only breakfast food that is NOT improved by hash browns on the side: Corned Beef Hash. (Just as hard to get right and much less forgivable when they don't).
My default breakfast: Toasted onion bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jam. (Don't call it weird if you've ever eaten a McGriddle)
If absolutely forced to consume cold cereal, it's gotta be Cinnamon something (Toast Crunch, Life or Krispix).
No coffee. Tea with lemon, please. (Okay, okay, I'm weird... just never ask me to make you an omelete.)
For me, breakfast is travel food. (At home, it's coffee or water. About once a year, though, I really crave oatmeal. If I eat cold cereal, it's as dessert after dinner.) And brunch is much better than breakfast.
On the road, gooey, oozy eggs over easy, mixed into hash browns, eaten with wheat toast will keep me going for a long time. But. if I'm at the Owl Cafe in Cloverdale, CA, their cafe-made hash with poached eggs is a must.
And, the Loudon conference center in Virginia makes wonderful granola.
The best eggs Benedict I ever ate were at a cafe in a mall in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Perfect, lemony hollandaise, perfect poached eggs.
Beignet and chicory coffee in New Orleans ain't half bad.
A previous job used to send me to Mexico City for work, and the hotel made amazing hash browns and the *best* refried black beans ever. Some crisp bacon on the side, and to assauge my conscience, some fabulous fresh fruit, like pineapple or mango. Yes it's a weird combination. I don't miss that job at all, but the next time I'm in Mexico City, I'll be going back there, fingers crossed.
In the real world, my usual breakfast is granola with vanilla soy milk.
And wendell, that omelette sounds great, as long as I can have coffee instead of tea...
Chorizo con huevos.
When I'm in a rush: Applejacks cereal with cinnamon and honey drizzled on and cream instead of milk. Once you stir it up, it's all the sugar you need to get through those first few classes.
Sundays: Milk and honey. Toast and honey. Hashbrowns, eggs over easy, belgian waffles with honey, and bacon, again with honey. My plan is to sell my blood in crystalized form. Not all at once or anything.
Bacon with scrambled eggs cooked in the bacon grease. I'm a simple man.
That, or Cinnamon Life.
heh. you just made my christmas card.
I nominate you for my personal IT Chief.
From a British perspective, nothing beat the good old greasy spoon breakfast. Bacon, Saausage, Egg, Hash Brown, Bubble & Squeak, Beans and fried bread. All washed down with a good strong cup of builders tea (made with tea leaves not bags mind)
Vanilla coffee and a cigarette. That's all my stomach will tolerate in the morning.
I bring cheesy eggs or mini quiche and lemon water for a later brunch though now that it's been confirmed that eggs aren't the Ultimate Evil. (It's all about cholesterol ratio. Eggs raise both the good and the bad to net a zero ratio change. So Enjoy!) Cigarettes are still the Ultimate Evil--so at least I'm not completely a good girl. Whew.
I love to make poached eggs on english muffins, with lots of butter.
If I'm letting someone else cook, I want waffles.
Kimberly's got it - coffee and a smoke. Until lunch, when one can finally have a proper drink without drawing stares from the barbarians who insist on not drinking before noon.
Although some Sundays, dirty scrambled eggs and crispy bacon on rye toast does compliment the news nicely.
ooo! i just found a recipe for french toast made with egg nog! doesn't that sound yummy? i would like to go on the record as being quite in favor of noggy goodness.
and i'd also like it known that i've written an entire songbook of nog carols, if anyone is interested. nogalicious!
Where is Miguel on this thread?
SideDish--
I'll bite.
Hit me with a carol a bit on da noggy side!
I love eggs benedict. There is nothing better in the morning. The deli by my work makes a rather indulgent version on two massive muffins and totally smothered in hollandaise. i can't tell you how i long for friday mornings.
Don't get me started....
OH COME, ALL YE NOGFUL
Oh come, all ye nogful
Tummies full of eggnog
Oh come, ye, oh come ye,
With bot-tles of rum.
Come and drink nog here,
Be-cause it is no-ggy
Oh come let us be nogheads
Oh come let us be nogheads
Oh come let us be nogheads
Drink up the nog!
SILENT NOG, EGGY NOG
Silent nog, eggy nog,
All is calm, like a dog
Like a dog with a cup of nog
Like a dog with a cup of nog
``Woof,'' he says, ``this is gooood noooog,
``Woof,'' he says, this is sure good.''
i wanted to send out my nog carol book as a holiday card a few years back. my husband vetoed me.
so i divorced him.
so there!
SideDish:
Marry me?
Eggnog, my dear SideDish, is one of the most noxious fluids on the planet. Good rum wasted!
Nobody blames you.
Blasphemy! What other drink has an entire holiday dedicated to it?
Fes--
That Captain Morgan guy gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Please advise.
"Blasphemy! What other drink has an entire holiday dedicated to it?"
St. Patrick would like a word with you, Pez.
"That Captain Morgan guy gives me the heebie-jeebies. Please advise."
Traditionally, rum makes me crazy so I avoid it. But people I know who drink rum (OK, my brother) recommends Mount Gay.
I agree with you about Captain Morgan. What's with that commercial where they all start banging on things, like it's some impromptu weaselly rendition of Stomp? Lamest Club Ever.
alas, diz, we cannot marry for i am insanely frightened of black bakelite telephones. unless, of course, they are covered in nog.
If the Captain is giving you the heebie jeebies, obviously you're not drinking enough.
* Here, have some more *
Bless you for reading my prolix bio.
(Why do you have a tatoo of a belt?)
Kimberly--
It is the Insane Clown Posse LEER on dear ol' Morgan's face that gets to me.
I hate my mother.
Is anyone besides me getting the feeling we're present at the Monkeyfilter equivalent of the first meeting of Smith and Wesson?
Dizzy: Apparently, this going to take more than just rum.
diz: a tattoo of a belt is not nearly as wonderful as a belt of Talisker, i always say.
Dizzy: Apparently, this going to take more than just rum.
There's always vodka. Although that's not particularly Christmas-y. But then vodka is the black of liquor: it goes with everything.
I had a neighbor who made his "special" egg nog every year at his Christmas party. Our back doors shared one long patio, and I still had trouble getting home after a glass or two of that stuff. You could have used it as lighter fluid, easily.
The best egg nog I ever had used amaretto, not rum.
Before this thread gets any more out of hand, I think we should all brush up on this.
I knew there'd be a pop quiz today, I KNEW it!
5. Buying someone a drink is five times better than a handshake.
So true.
Please add "nog" to the words-that-are-fun-to-say thread.
*Eyes Dizzy's rummy nog*
Are you going to finish that?
"Cheeks, teash me Htlm an' iss yorsh!"
The Cardiac Special at Dangerous Dan's is 2
I have invented the *perfect* cup of breakfast coffee--2/3 hazelnut coffee, 1/3 eggnog. ummmmmm, rich
eat with cinnamon raisin bagel and butter
Best. Breakfast. Yet
Mickey: amaretto in eggnog? THIS I gotta try!
(will let MoFites know if *perfect* cup changes to 1/2 coffee, 3/8 eggnog, 1/8 amaretto)
A place here called the Honeypot does a Hangover Special: baked beans on toast, fried eggs, bacon and sausage, hash browns, and a beer.
Man, that really makes me hungry.
*goes out to get drunnk so he can have the Hangover Special*
Almond butter and blackberry jam sandwich. Mmm. Oh and rum makes me crazy too. Batshit.
wow i'm hungry now
I have samiches!
$10.
I'm still digesting.
Place Milton in Montreal. The king of breakfasts since the demise of Le Doux Paradis. Sturdy toast, smothered in real Quebec margarine, fried potatoes with a tomato and spring-onion coating, scrambled eggs with just the right blend of dryness-moistness-crunchiness-on-the-edge, bacon well done but still maliable, not shattering, small pot of beans (if desired), coffee.
Plus the view of various McGilligans going past the window doing the Walk of Shame is always entertaining. Best people-watching place in the Ghetto.
Close second would be Jackson Hole on 92nd (?) and Lex. But when you order the breakfast sausage, you get a massive sausage. Just a warning. Also excellent for groggily watching people, waking up slowly. Attractive Peruvian waitresses, as well.
I luvs my Full English Breakfast. *kisses frying pan*
Just some coffee for me this morning. Thanks.
mmmm breakfast is my fav meal. pancakes, waffles, french toast, armlets, taters fried in various formats!
a lovely meal my husband makes:
2 poached eggs over a bowl of soft polenta, seasoned with salt, pepper, parmigiano and sliced fresh tomatos. artichoke hearts are also a lovely addition...
I love gravy and biscuits. Yummy!
And, I once tried a hashbrown on a biscuit with melted cheese. Gawd was that good!
It may look a little scary, but it tastes divine.
From this place:
What is it?! It actually looks good methinks.
Scrambled eggs with carmelized onions, sturgeon, nova lox and a dash of heaven.
Dagnabit, now I'm craving chorizo and eggs.
Toast? Can I have side of wheat toast?
G'nog, g'nog.
Who's there?
Ach I thought it was a doorbell, but instead me missus farted.
"Oh yeay, beeswacky was in this scene! Now, there's an amazing person to work with. Like, all those poems and stuff. Is this the part where I start charging exorbitant prices for coffee? I think that's up ahead.
Oh, this is the breakfast part. Right! You know, what's funny about this? None of us actually like breakfast at all! Like, here we are supposed to be talking about what kinds of breakfast we like, and actually none of us like breakfast at all! I'm still laughing about that one. Heh... Breakfast."
Mandyman, that looks gorgeous. Can you order me a plate and send it up here to SF?
My favorite breakfast? Migas from Tamale House #2 in Austin, Tx. Best hangover food ever.
Peche a la frog is a nice waker-upper.
cuppa cawfee.
One of the very few things I can make edible ('cook' is too strong a term) are scrambled eggs with chopped up shrimp and germinated alfalfa sprouts. Mmmhhh. That scary plate reminded me of those. And I'm a little wary of that 'dash of heaven'...
Oh my, all this happened a long time ago.
monkeys like peppers
monkeys crave fried eggs
monkeys must have cheese
toast and frogs legs
monkeys eat tamales
monkeys guzzle nova lox
monkeys want poutine
smeared on old wool socks*!
*in Canada, monkeys - or some of 'em - apparently are addicted*
This Monkey had cottage cheese and granola with fruit. Very nice. You should try it.
Bruschetta on toast, curried eggs, sliced cantaloupe, tea.
For me, sunday mornings were made for a good bloody mary, extra horseradish and tabasco served with a steaming pile of "real" corned beef hash on top of three soft, fluffy and still a bit runny scrambled eggs, home fried potatoes with too much paprika, and whole wheat toast. That apple pancake from Dutch Baby looks pretty damn good tho'....I prefer Breakfast at Tiffany's!
::ducks and runs::