Back in May, back in California, sometime after the swoon-worthy trips to The Cheesecake Factory and 118 Degrees but before all the ice cream and pie, my SoCal family-away-from-family and I celebrated Mother’s Day at Mimi’s Cafe. My own mother was a squillion miles away, sure, but Carolyn is one of my mum’s best friends, so by taking Carolyn out to brunch that day I felt a little like I was treating my mum, too.
I spent the first three weeks of May with Hana, Emily, and Carolyn (above), and I miss them dearly. (I swear I don’t say that only because they share — and supported — my indefatigable love of desserts and Japanese markets.)
Our Mother’s Day brunch at Mimi’s Cafe started, as so many breakfast and brunch meals in the US are wont to do, with bottomless cups of coffee. Seriously, America, your bottomless coffee thing is dangerous. Every time I glanced away from my mug, it somehow miraculously filled itself up to the brim again. Which means that every time I glanced away from my mug, I did so a little more hyperactively.
So much caffeine.
Hana chose from the lunch menu, and seemed well pleased with her Mediterranean Fettuccine of spinach, sundried tomatoes, artichoke hearts and tomato asiago cream sauce topped with fresh tomatoes and parmesan cheese.
I shook off my traumatic childhood memories of kidney omelettes (don’t ask) for the first time in my life and warily, nervously, shakily requested an omelette stuffed with broccoli, mushrooms, cheese, and tomato. While the angle of the above photo belies the omelette’s size, it was mighty filling and quite delicious. Salty salty goodness.
Oh America. Your bottomless coffee may be a trickster, but your obsession with salt is not always unwelcome.
However, Emily and Carolyn definitely won brunch by ordering the Cinnamon Brioche French Toast. Described as “Cinnamon swirled brioche slices dipped in a rich egg batter flavored with nutmeg and freshly grated orange zest, griddled to perfection and topped with powdered sugar”, I stole several bites of this creation despite its mention of devilfruit. The French Toast was surprisingly tasty in its spongey-moist-dense-cakey-sweet-cinnamon…ness. Plus, not a hint of devilfruit to be found!
And Mum, way down there in Australia? I love you.