Sunday Brunch

I'm not a morning person.  I like to start slow.  Two coffees: first one solo, second with cereal.  Simple.  But sometimes, such as when visiting my daughter, I like a little something brunchier.

For example, a Commie Croissant or a Bolshie Brioche for brekky goes down a treat.  Appropriate hat wear is optional but if you've got it, flaunt it.

Of course there's nothing quite like a Montreal bagel for brunch, this one slathered with cream cheese and capers, with lox and onion waiting to add their own savoury  flavours and colours to the mix.  I'm so weak from hunger I'm seeing circles before my eyes!

I think I'll go all out this time.  It's healthy, right?  Look at all that fruit.  The trick will be to get my mouth around the bagel-bound-bacon, but I do believe I'm up to the task.

It's always fun to be treated to a meal in a funky (good sense of the word!) café.  Seeing as I don't know this gentleman, I guess I'll have to pony up this time.  What's that?  It's on you?  Well, merci beaucoup!

But if you're a little short on cash, why don't you come over to our house for a Sunday brunch and maybe Pierre will cook you up an omelette with some feta cheese, black olives, and purple onion.  It's the tail end of the fiddlehead fern season here so you'd better hurry up!  Would you like toast with that?  It's homemade bread with dried tomatoes in it for extra zing.

Oh, and if you happen to be a mermaid, we also have fresh fish on the menu for you.

Bon appétit!