1.30.2006

i got really hungry typing this.

you know those ads? "stomp on the spider and win an ipod!" "knock out osama, get a free laptop!" "take our kissing quiz!" all the empty promises, only to dupe the unwitting to follow the link to a world full of spam, viruses, and the worst of what the internet holds.

i found the best one.




god that's awesome.

i had brunch today at pizza luce with two of my lovely roommates, and it got me thinking... i'm pretty sure that breakfast food is my favorite. the (chronological) top three best breakfasts i've ever had are as follows.

may 2003: norma's, new york city. for my graduation gift, my father took me to new york city. (awesome.) we went to norma's because he had heard that it was voted "best breakfast everrrrr" from some magazine he likes, so we decided to check it out... and was it everrrr. it started off with a bright green smoothie sample, which turned out to be the most delicious thing i could have expected from such a bizarre color. eggs benedict and half an order of brioche french toast later, i was happily full and completely ready to rave about this breakfast for the rest of my life.

june 2005: amazing grace cafe, duluth. (before i tell of the glory, i must say that i just freaked out a little linking to the website because the scroller reads "we are now serving breakfast each morning from 7am - 11:30 am." fuuuccckkkk yesssss.) dan "i'm fighting for duluth" sarles and i went out for a "business brunch" to the amazing grace (because we're snobby fucking hipsters who want to see and be seen). we both ordered the spinach/tomato/feta omelet and began to talk business-slash-bullshit until the food arrived. after the first bite, we immediately decided that there would be no talking -- just amazed moaning over the incredible food. (dan later decided that even the water tasted better at the AG.) a picture of dan's bliss was captured quite appropriately:




..and the damage done.





january 29, 2006: pizza luce, duluth. oh children, today (yesterday, i suppose) was amazing. marisa, megan & i arose at the really-fucking-early (i'm not kidding) hour of 11am and ventured out to pizza luce to give their brunch a go. it took us a good fifteen or twenty minutes to decide on our dishes because everything just sounded so unbelievable. after ordering, we sat in the lovely atmosphere (thanks to stel & lefty) and had lovely conversation. when my portabello eggs benedict and my vegan sausage patties arrived, i was famished. in hindsight, i should have savored every morsel of the mushroom/sun-dried tomato/egg/english muffin/hash brown combination, but i was so hungry and so amazed at the food that it was gone within a matter of minutes. while the vegan sausage patties did not make for great leftovers, the entire meal was so intensely good that it deserves to round out the top three.

there's really nothing better than a great breakfast. if you're looking for a way to my heart, it's definitely breakfast food. take note.


aside from that... i may have sprained my wrist, i have been graciously given four new tom waits albums, and i don't know how to talk to boys.

edit: okay, i really really don't know how to talk to boys. especially cute boys. especially when they're blatantly hitting on me. i should be teaching Awkward 1001.

Comments:
lets hang out, i was hardly sober enough to be a presentable friend at my house saturday, here is what I remember, your body silouhetted to my front window, Your voice, me calling you ann perkins, althogh she was standing behind me, no doubtedly upset that I had just done that, giving megan a hug. i got up one more time, some period of time after that, barfed? called u anne clifford, I think, and went out again...fill me in on any details I may be missing. MUAH!
 
hmmmmmmmmm breakfast. if i drag my lazy ass out of bed at an ungodly hour and i don't have class, bitch, there BEST be breakfast. my favorite breakfast was one morning somewhere between 3 and 5 am in the spring of 2002. my mom heard me up working on a project (that was a week late) and she offered to take me out to breakfast to indirectly ask me about my love life.
 
While the food isn't incredible, one of funnest breakfast experiences to have in Duluth is to hit one of the Canal Park hotels in mid-summer and scam a free breakfast.

You just have to have a modicum of acting skills. (I like to audibly talk about how pretty the view is from Enger Tower.) Then the lady gives you a styrofoam cup full of batter, and you make your own waffles.

But if you're going to actually pay for your breakfast, the it really doesn't get any better than the omelets at Sunshine Cafe -- with hash browns on the *inside*, where they belong.
 
I am never upset to be called Anne, only flattered.
 
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