When I visit a new city for the first time one of the first things I do is scope out the best breakfast joints in town. I like a place that's off the beaten path. Someplace that isn't too tourist-y, of you know what I mean. I like a place that the locals go to eat when they get off work. It doesn't have to be fancy, hell...the less fancy the better. I mean, there is a time and a place for a foo-foo breakfast. Sure. But most times, give me an old greasy spoon diner* and I'm happy.
*Quick interlude: I may have mentioned this before, but one of my all-time favorite breakfast joints was a place I will probably never find again somewhere around Toledo, Ohio. I was in the middle of a vacation where some friends and I were visiting baseball stadiums through the Minnesota/Illinois/Michigan/Ohio area. We were waiting for a transfer at the train station and we had a couple of hours to kill. So we walked around the area for a bit and found an old greasy spoon diner. But the breakfast we had there was magical! Home-made breakfast sausage that they formed into patties right before us, great coffee and great eggs. Man, I wish that joint were just around the corner. Hell, I don't even know the name of the place or exactly where it was. But that day...it was the best.
So last night while pondering the daily question of what to have for dinner I made a decision. Breakfast for dinner. I hadn't eaten a really good breakfast since we came back from Charleston. One of the first trips to the grocery store when we came back netted us some good old fashioned grits. But they sat there for over a week, just waiting for me to make 'em. No instant grits, by the way. Real hominy grits.
So I made some creamy, cheesy grits with some horseradish cheddar, some eggs over-easy, some crisp bacon, some sliced grilled tomatoes and some buttered English Muffins.
Best. Dinner. Ever.
What about you? You dig on some breakfast for dinner every now and again?
Note: Remember to play the Bug-Eyed Trivia Challenge every day. Bippity-boppity bacon.