This morning I was reminded that the simplest breakfast can be the most wonderful. I’m not talking about the half order of crab cake benedict that was still almost too much food for me. I’m talking about this:
We were all up and ready for breakfast at 8 this morning, so we decided to try to get in at Angelo’s, a UM dining institution since the 50s. As you may recall, we tried to go to Angelo’s for a free breakfast on Shane’s birthday, but were unable to find anywhere remotely close to park – and besides, there’s almost always a line. 8am on a Sunday morning – even during Homecoming weekend – must be a magic hour, as we got the last spot in the Angelo’s lot and were seated right away.
Frankly, I don’t get waiting in line for breakfast. I’ll do it on occasion for something special, but in general, the longer I wait to eat my first meal of the day, the crankier I’m going to be. This is compounded by lack of caffeine – even worse if I happen to be hung over. Fortunately none of these things were the case this morning – the wait, lack of caffeine, or hang over – I only mention them in the context of not understanding why anyone would stand out in the cold to wait for breakfast at Angelo’s. It was fine. It wasn’t anything special. Shane had to send his eggs back because they were barely cooked.
Honestly, and as I mentioned before, the stand-out part of breakfast for me was the raisin toast. Angelo’s bakes their bread in house, so your side of toast is something grander than your average white bread. Mom and I shared her side of raisin toast – thick slabs of bread studded with sweet raisins, which you could then top with cinnamon sugar from a shaker on the table. Simple. Delicious. Golden, on the edge of brown. I ate the rest of my breakfast, but would’ve happily traded the crabcake topped with a perfectly poached egg for another slice or two of raisin toast.