Pilgrimage: Red Wagon

At first I wanted to pass judgement upon this place for its line ups and the fact that it was on that stupid show with that fat jerk and his backwards sunglasses.

Brisket and Eggs

  Judgement was reserved on this day. Parting the red flannel sea blocking the door, we reached forth and opened the fourth seal and I heard the voice of the beast say "come and see". I looked and beheld a pale cornbread: and his name that sat upon him was brisket, and deliciousness followed with him.

 The menu description does no justice to this holy mountain of breakfast decadence. The meal presented was a stack of everything that is right with the world, covered in some kind of tangy sauce. Cornbread made the proper way, with a brisket on top that simply disintegrates like an apparition of the great meat spirit and perfectly done eggs mounting it like a proud tiger.

 No pictures, did not spare the time to breathe let alone photograph this morning triumph.

Goat Cheese Guacamole With Tomato Benedict.

Perfectly accompanied by a down right decent example of The Blood of Cheesus (double caesar). The dish was tantalizing at first description, but something was a miss. The Lord Cheesus sent down a message from above: "My child, one must add the flesh of the breakfast beast to thy dish. Let there be bacon!" and hence forth bacon was added. A welcomed modification, so sayeth the Lord.

Then I saw an angel coming down from heaven, holding in her hand the key to the bottomless pit of hollandaise. The benedict seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the devil and my hunger, threw it into a pit, and bound it for a thousand years.

Its decadence insurmountable, the remnants taken away in a box to be resurrected at a later time.

Rating

Jim "The Hammer" Shapiro / 5