There are few things in life more satisfying than a Sunday Morning (for me anyway). I tend to dwell far too long on Saturday nights in places that require you to vacate the premises just before the witching hour. But somehow, no matter the previous evening’s details, I’m always up and ready for what the day has in store for me on Sunday.
Sadly, that rarely brings anything in the way of breakfast for me. Let’s face it, if I stumble into bed after 2am, the last thing I’m thinking about is setting the timer on the coffee pot right? This is however only 1 (of several reasons) why I’ve always wanted a cool breakfast spot in Fresno.
I mean think about it. How often have you been to Denny’s or an IHop and yearned for something other than Egg’s over Myhammy and piped in Muzak? You want more than that, you just don’t think of it as an option. You want a breakfast place that’s playing the same Radiohead song you were listening to the night before. You want a menu that boasts about its Vegan options but is not afraid to offer you the kind of bacon that makes you yearn for the days no one thought about clogged arteries. The kind of place that will provide you with the kind of decadence your severely hung over body so justly deserves. Oh and lets not talk about the décor? Would it be too much to ask for a place with a little ambiance built into the scheme of things? Trust me, there are more than enough Thrift/Vintage spots in Fresno to be able to pull that off without much difficulty.
But alas this is merely a re-occurring dream for a girl who usually takes her vacationing friends (yes, I have friends who come visit me in Fresno) to The Chicken Pie Shop or Irene’s for breakfast. That is not to take anything away from either of those places, I dig them both, but I think we have more than enough space to add a happening breakfast joint to the menu, especially when downtown is so ripe for the picking.
For instance, you can’t throw a rock without hitting a trendy breakfast spot in places like Chicago’s Bucktown Bongo Room (where I dined on the best pumpkin pancakes on the planet) or San Francisco’s lovely Mission district or even Downtown Sacramento for that matter.
I think it’s time people….time to have a place we can all read the Sunday paper, drink coffee and enjoy egg’s ( beaters or whatever) amid hipsters, backpackers, diva’s, poets, bboys and families alike all with a pulsing background of conversation, music and art. Now I ask you, is that too much to ask for?
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