Toast Bakery Cafe
8221 W 3rd St @Harper
Los Angeles, CA 90048
Can the word “favorite” even exist in a plural form?
A “favorite” is one thing that is preferred above and beyond the rest. Maybe I am being too picky, but if a favorite is one thing, does not that force the impossibility of having multiple favorites of the same type of thing? When some people improperly overuse “favorite,” what they really mean to say is “like a lot.” You can like this, that and the other a lot, but only this can be your favorite. Having multiple favorites is the equivalent of saying you have five best friends. It doesn’t make sense.
So I’m just a promiscuous little hypocrite because breakfast is one of my favorite meals of the day, along with brunch, lunch, dinner and fourth meal, which in The Delicious Life, is actually fifth meal, given my hippo-crisy and uncanny resemblance to an Asian, which means I can out 2 and 2 together and get Benito’s nachos at 2 am.
At breakfast, Eggs Florentine is one of my favorite meals. My other favorites are Crabcakes Benedict, Egg White Omelet that includes any but not necessarily all of my favorite vegetables and an unhealthy amount of melted cheese, and of course, Egg McMuffin.
I should be banned from the food blogosphere. Especially since I didn’t even go to what is now my new favorite place for breakfast, Toast Bakery Cafe, to try their Eggs Florentine and Eggs Benedict.
Toast is a local favorite for breakfast and brunch, but I am not a local. I live on the Westside, so the only way I would ever heave my hungover huge butt out of bed on a Saturday late morning and haul it over to West 3rd Street in time for brunch is…never. I have never perpetrated being a card-carrying member of the Hard Kor club. Even on those inexplicable occasions on which I might be driving near that area, I have seen the type of frack that clusters in front of toast, rendering it near impossible to sit down at a table within an hour of developing hunger.
Luckily, special delivery brought Eggs Florentine and Eggs Benedict from Toast to the Westside. I swear I didn’t pout like a little princess to have it delivered, but don’t ask me how it happened. I don’t kiss and tell.
I pulled each round metal foil container out of the bag, put them on the table and teased myself by taking my time to pull back each crimped edge one by one from around the paper lids. It was an olfactory punishment that I deserved for being such a lazy little food blogger. Toast had been conscientious enough to pack Hollandaise sauce for the Eggs Benedict in a separate plastic container that was steaming up under tightly wrapped plastic.
After the torture of opening the containers, I wielded my fork, let loose and attacked the Eggs Florentine first. Perfectly poached eggs cuddled up on a mattress of sauteed spinach piled on top of crisp sourdough toast that had begun to soften under the weight of what was on top. I am accustomed a simple Bechamel on top of my Florentine, but Toast blanketed their eggs with a velvety cream sauce made with mushrooms and even more greens to emphasize “spinach.” I tried not to inhale the whole thing at once. I tried to hold back. I detoured to the fresh fruit on the side. I was impressed that the fruit included mangoes, even though I’m allergic.
The Benedict, after pouring Hollandaise all over it, was good, but nothing near as luxurious as the Florentine. How does one ever go back to an English muffin with a simple slice of ham after having a fabulous Florentine? Better (and blasphemously) yet, how does one go back to Eggs Benedict after having an Egg McMuffin?!?!
Incidentally, I might make use of Toast’s online ordering and their own delivery service. The site does say that there is a minimum order for delivery, but with something like a Florentine costing $10.50, it won’t be hard to make that $200. They have so many of my favorites on their menu.