Breakfast, on and on with no finale

What can I say? I’m a Sunday breakfast fan now.

Monday through Saturday, I mostly turn my nose up, preferring simple coffee and muffin fare. Toast, oatmeal, whatever – my goal is just to get it over with.

But Sundays are different. That’s when my husband and I have agreed that we will search out new places to try for breakfast or brunch. I’m enjoying the slow easy-going mornings together, where we lazily browse menus and look for unique fare.

I’ve written about this before so this is just to catch up on a few places worth mentioning.

Yelp has steered us to some good places. But on the way to one place, we saw a sign for Taylor’s Kitchen. Cars were parked out front so we quickly changed plans and stopped. The name made it sound like this was going to be a basic greasy spoon type of place. But, hey, why not?

Turns out that Taylor’s Kitchen is anything BUT a greasy spoon. Think Farm to Fork. Sourced locally. That sort of place. It’s also pretty good.

The Portuguese doughnuts called to me. Thick, satisfying, deep-fried, dredged in cinnamon and sugar and dipped in honey butter, they were filling and delicious.

To avoid sugar overload, we split an order of eggs, potatoes and bacon. Simple but perfect. Also nice was that on a traditionally busy morning, we were able to get a table immediately.

No pictures – I was busy eating.

Taylor isn’t the only one cooking a good breakfast. We also found a gem in Evan’s Kitchen, in the heart of Sacramento’s antique mall. It’s a home-cooking type of place, done well.

Be ready to wait. We arrived late in the morning so had a half-hour wait time to get a patio table. No problem. With several antique stores around us, we browsed happily and had to tear ourselves away to return for breakfast.

Favorite part: bacon bloody Mary. Seems to be a thing these days.

Crepeville is our latest find, with much of what you’d expect – crepes – and a variety of other breakfast choices. My husband chose a cheese, onion and mushroom filled crepe with home potatoes on the side. When he finished, he declared he’d return to the place and order exactly the same thing again.

I wasn’t feeling crepes that morning so I tried the banana bread French toast, topped with fresh strawberries and blueberries. I was thinking banana cooked into French toast but this was literally two thick pieces of banana bread on the plate. Far too heavy. I regretted my decision after the first bite and left most of it there. I’ll try a crepe next time.

I have a grand finale to this breakfast extravaganza piece but it’s truly worth it’s own blog piece. Coming soon.