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Réveille Coffee Co., Mission Bay, Brunch
March 26, 2016
P:
Homestyle Breaky, 2 Cage Free Eggs Scrambled, Fingerling Potato, Bacon, Toast with Housemade Jam
Latte
Fizzy Izzy cocktail
J:
Potato Pancake, Sunny Up Egg, Bacon Jam, Applesauce, Creme Fraiche
Kenya pour over, black
Mimosa
Notes:
One beautiful Saturday, we found ourselves at this uber modern space after a quick visit to a restaurant supply store close by. It occupies a sizable corner among a sea of "luxury" condos on the bay side of the city; adorable pink and gold tables lead the way into the otherwise nondescript storefront.
There was not a line of any sort when we walked in, and confusion took over. The sleek interior does not allow for "Order Here"-type direction, and if the place was too cool for signs, maybe it was too cool for us. I became panicked and annoyed all at once. Thankfully, we were quietly directed into single file once several other similarly confused groups filled the open space around the counter. (Funny, how we need lines. Talk amongst yourselves.)
We ordered. Coffee drinks you pickup at the counter; food is brought to you at the table. Patrick's latte was ready long before my pour over; he collected it and scored us place to sit. I found him at the bar on the other side of the cafe, where mimosas and pink sparkly drinks were being made. At that moment, I wished we had ordered one - they looked fun and refreshing. Several minutes later, the bartender set both a mimosa and a pink sparkly drink down in front of us, and smiled. Patrick reads minds, you should know.
After a few sips of our cocktails, the food arrived. Patrick's Breaky* was a full plate of goodness. Tender scrambled eggs were piled high next to a heap of fingerling potatoes, sliced into flat ovals and fried - a new take on home fries - with a thick slice of toasted pain de mie and two little ramekins of what looked like softened butter and fruit compote. Patrick likened the potatoes to chips, and I got the sense that he didn't love them as a breakfast potato; I thought they were delicious, but frankly it's hard to screw up a potato as far as I'm concerned. The butter turned out not to be butter, but more of a (honey?) sweetened overly-whipped cream. It was very good, but maybe more appropriate for a croissant on its own, rather than with toast and eggs. But let's not pretend he didn't finish it off.
My dish: a pancake of thinly shredded potato topped with two picture-perfect sunny side up eggs and dollops of applesauce and creme fraiche on the side; a really nice breakfast. Sweet and savory bacon jam hid beneath the runny eggs, and the accompaniments were just right. Except for the unnecessary microgreen garnish, which served only to plant sticky yolk on my face with every bite. Or maybe I just don't know how to eat.
The coffee was tasty, though not hot (for either of us). I'm no aficionado, so I don't know if that's in service to the coffee itself, or simply not correct. That didn't stop Patrick from considering a second latte, though.
We're pretty much never in this neighborhood, but if we were, we'd come back. There are two other locations, also not convenient to us, so there's that.
*If you've never heard/seen "breaky" before, it is said thusly: /brˈākē/, as in, "wakey, wakey, eggs and breaky." Except, it's actually "wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey", which I would guess is a reference to eggs and bacon, but I have no idea. My culinary school roommate said this to me on so many occasions, and either she said it wrong every time, "breaky", or I'm just remembering it that way. AND, full disclosure, I have NO idea if the person who used "breaky" on this menu truly wants it pronounced that way, but if s/he wants it pronounced differently, s/he is also mistaken.
We ordered. Coffee drinks you pickup at the counter; food is brought to you at the table. Patrick's latte was ready long before my pour over; he collected it and scored us place to sit. I found him at the bar on the other side of the cafe, where mimosas and pink sparkly drinks were being made. At that moment, I wished we had ordered one - they looked fun and refreshing. Several minutes later, the bartender set both a mimosa and a pink sparkly drink down in front of us, and smiled. Patrick reads minds, you should know.
After a few sips of our cocktails, the food arrived. Patrick's Breaky* was a full plate of goodness. Tender scrambled eggs were piled high next to a heap of fingerling potatoes, sliced into flat ovals and fried - a new take on home fries - with a thick slice of toasted pain de mie and two little ramekins of what looked like softened butter and fruit compote. Patrick likened the potatoes to chips, and I got the sense that he didn't love them as a breakfast potato; I thought they were delicious, but frankly it's hard to screw up a potato as far as I'm concerned. The butter turned out not to be butter, but more of a (honey?) sweetened overly-whipped cream. It was very good, but maybe more appropriate for a croissant on its own, rather than with toast and eggs. But let's not pretend he didn't finish it off.
My dish: a pancake of thinly shredded potato topped with two picture-perfect sunny side up eggs and dollops of applesauce and creme fraiche on the side; a really nice breakfast. Sweet and savory bacon jam hid beneath the runny eggs, and the accompaniments were just right. Except for the unnecessary microgreen garnish, which served only to plant sticky yolk on my face with every bite. Or maybe I just don't know how to eat.
The coffee was tasty, though not hot (for either of us). I'm no aficionado, so I don't know if that's in service to the coffee itself, or simply not correct. That didn't stop Patrick from considering a second latte, though.
We're pretty much never in this neighborhood, but if we were, we'd come back. There are two other locations, also not convenient to us, so there's that.
*If you've never heard/seen "breaky" before, it is said thusly: /brˈākē/, as in, "wakey, wakey, eggs and breaky." Except, it's actually "wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey", which I would guess is a reference to eggs and bacon, but I have no idea. My culinary school roommate said this to me on so many occasions, and either she said it wrong every time, "breaky", or I'm just remembering it that way. AND, full disclosure, I have NO idea if the person who used "breaky" on this menu truly wants it pronounced that way, but if s/he wants it pronounced differently, s/he is also mistaken.
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