National Pancake Day, A Requiem

This dreary tuesday morning I dragged my ass out of bed, let the dogs out, and had just rubbed the sleep out of my eyes when I remembered "HOLY SHIT, FREE PANCAKES TODAY!! YESSSSSSS" I ran down the street in my stocking pjs like a kid on christmas morning and was greeted at IHOP's doors by magical pixies who poured syrup and magic on my shortstack.

But seriously...

I called Tiffany on monday night and was all:

me "Hey bitches, wanna go get some free pancakes?"
tiff "Um ok, what time"
me "7:30 bro"
tiff "Ugh. fuck that shit yo'. But sure. 7:30"
me "Sweeeeeeeeet"

Maybe a little more refined, but that was the long-shortstack of that conversation. (see what I just did there? pun gold.)

For those of you who are now confused and live under a rock, IHOP celebrated National Pancake Day by giving away a free shortstack of pancakes per customer. Yup, free. And you missed it.

Now, IHOP is by no means a fantabulous place for breakfast or any other meal, but they're ok. They're a chain, and you can only expect so much from them (mediocrity comes to mind first) but FREE FUCKING PANCAKES PEOPLE! It's really hard to screw up a pancake, unless you're the Sunnyside Cafe. In yo' face Sunnyside. So for a free breakfast, it was pretty good. And free.


Did I mention free?

The Sunnyside Cafe aka The Yucky-Poo-Poo-Juice Cantine

Nestled at the beginning of Main St. Hyannis is a little breakfast nook that I've had my eye on for a few years. Maggie and I finally tried it on Friday. And I'd like to repay my eye by poking it with a sharp stick.


Yes. It was that bad.


At first you go in and sure, it's kind of dated inside but those places usually have kick-ass breakfast. This was the exception to the rule and I'll list the reasons why:


1. Coffee. Terrible. Ugh. Yuck. Gross.


2. The menu has a picture of a horse's ass in it. I have no idea why. Now that I think about it, there were two horses' asses. I probably missed the caption stating that "your coffee will tase like this".


3. The price was cheap but you get what you pay for here.


4. The sausage was heat-n-serve. I want a nice patty sausage or plump link when I go out to breakfast. Not a sad dried up yorkie turd.


5. The pancakes were best described as rubbery and forgetful.


6. The home fries were dry, unseasoned, and had a weird texture. These were the potato on the griddle kind cooked with onion, but that actually hurt them. They were just awful.


7. Did I mention the coffee? Yucky-poo-poo-juice.


I will say this though, My eggs were good (over medium) and our waitress was awesome. She insisted we move so the sun wouldn't be in Maggie's eyes and kept our yucky-poo-poo-juice full. She needs to wait tables elsewhere, preferably a place with better food.


So the Sunnyside cafe gets a Fail+

P.S. The Sunnyside should serve their coffee out of this...

Good Mornin' Lassies!

Well its Monday, which is terrible, but that means tomorrow is Tuesday! Which means breakfast with my favorite See You Next Tuesday Breakfast Clubber...

However, that is not what this post is about, this post is about what I (this blog's ovo-lacto-pesca-vegitarian) think about breakfast at the Keltic Kitchen in Yarmouth. First of all you can't start off any review of said restaurant without first mentioning the embieance. Its so cozy, you almost feel like you could take the much anticipated post-Keltic Kitchen Coma nap right there. First its warm, and its not just "we've been cooking" warm, its like crawling-under-the-blankets-next-to-a-crackleing-fire warm. The music is Irish folk, classic, not too loud. The waitresses are cheery (and foreign), if you sit at the breakfast bar you get the Eastern European broad, who is excellent at remembering that you like to dip your home fries in extra syrup. Sit at a table and you get...Mother Ireland, shes hilarious Irish, and excellent at remebering that one time you came in with a couple of Lads, (its like Jaesus, havn't I already got a mother who's worried about my single status?)

Normally I front on all things overly Irish (except for of course people who are actually from Ireland, and Ireland itself.) I was skeptical to go to the KK at first especially when I saw that the parking space divider lines are painted green (also it is worth mentioning that there are also clovers painted on the ground outside). Thats just the Scituate-phobe girl in me, this place is a little slice of Ireland 3 minutes away from my house.

Onto the food, What I get:
Breakfast tea, perfect, caffinated served in a little silver teapot.
French Toast, very good fluffy served with an icecream-scoop sized portion of butter.
Home Fries, best I've ever had. The consistancy is good so I don't need to coat them in salt to "make them crunchy". They are perfectly seasoned, no extra wierd crud in them, just potatos. The portion is gargantuan, I have never, nor will I ever be able to eat one "side" of Home Fries from KK by myself. I can't even do it with the help of Holly.

Tomorrow, I fear Miss. Holly that we must venture back out into the world of other breakfast restaurants... we'll chalk it up to adventure, and KK will always be there if we need to rinse a bad taste out of our mouths.
<3maggie

Keltic Kitchen: Quest 1 Remix

So we met at the KK this morning and I had full intentions of getting something different, but it was the 2x4 again for me. I couln't help myself. Something about those deliciously fluffy pancakes and savory rashers... Can you blame me? The coffee flowed in copious amounts and there was a mountain of home fries to be had.

What can I say, I'm a creature of habit.