I have a love-hate relationship with brunch. I am opposed to paying 15 bucks for eggs when I can get them for 20 cents apiece at NTUC. I refuse to spend an hour waiting in line just for pancakes. I most certainly do not want to wake up early on weekends for something that marries two mealtimes in a calorie-laden, overpriced affair.
I could go on, but the heart wants what it wants. And like a sailor drawn to the Sirens’ call, I continue to fling myself at the Hollandaise-laden altar of brunch, sacrificing my diet for the syrupy embrace of fresh Belgian waffles.
And who can blame me? With all-day brunch places springing up and portions getting heartier, lately I have been feeling increasingly justified about my pro-brunch tendencies. Over at Wild Honey, the English Breakfast is sumptuous enough for the Queen – three slices of lean bacon, a pork sausage grilled to juicy perfection, creamy scrambled eggs, savory mushrooms and roasted baby potatoes. Two slices of brioche toast, half a plumply ripe tomato and chili-tinged baked beans round off the meal.
Since adding eggs to just about anything makes it a breakfast food, their version of Spanish Hash is a dish of diced Chorizo and potatoes, crowned with two poached eggs bathed in Hollandaise sauce. Everything tasted great – it was a heady combination of rich runny yolk, meaty Chorizo and tender potatoes – until the tenth or so mouthful. That was when boredom started to set in and I couldn’t resist taking a nibble of D’s bacon and mushrooms.
While the implied decadence of the Caribbean Waffles wasn’t lost on us, we were surprisingly stuffed after the English Breakfast and Spanish Hash. I mean who actually expects to be full from eggs? That’s why pancakes and waffles are also on the menu, right? But we were and our over-stretched bellies that day dictated that we pass on desserts.
No matter. I’ll be sure to return. After all, what else gives greater pleasure to brunch’s most devoted acolyte?