A walk on the wild side (one last time?)
Hubby scored big on making me a very happy woman this Saturday with two super choices for our last weekend being about as parentless as we are going to get at this point. (no not THAT, get your mind out of the gutter-we are aiming for a c-section here, not labor...)We spent our last(?) Saturday without kids venturing into the world of the Hillcrest neighborhood, the very Santa Cruz-like or Boulder-esque part of San Diego where anything goes. The first thing was late morning having brunch at Hash House A Go Go. Any place that caters to LATE morning brunch has won my heart over. Nothing like a good sleeping in first (of course that is a rapidly disappearing idea and lately has consisted of 2 more hours of sleep after a night of getting up every two hours anyway, but you get the idea).
We arrived to find the line out the door (I had been warned about this by people who had recommended this place). The restaurant was filled with assorted people from the 20-something college crowd filtering in after a late night, young hip families with a baby (yes there is hope for us to venture out in the future), to the older tourists directed to check the very worthy place out. We walked in to find a crowded dining room with patrons on the left, a breakfast bar to sit at on the right and a little section at the front with a live DJ player, records and all. It was "Saturday DJ Brunch" 11:30-1:00pm. For those of you thinking this sounds too funky for you, there is a back area which is much quieter and it IS VERY worth checking out! The food is easily 5 star with portions to feed an army (or two adults with twin kids) and is basically sensational. There is a reason it has been awarded The Gold Medallion for Best Breakfast 2001 by the California Restaurant Association.
We were seated in the back area and ordered. Hubby had one of the "FARM FAVORITES" An omelet with "House smoked salmon w/ basil pesto, fresh tomato and melted Brie cheese." (Yes-it was as good as it sounds. They are SERIOUS about the omelets here). I admit I was eyeing it as well but this late in pregnancy I had to go with something more tame. He also had the sides of griddled mashed potatoes and fresh fruit and biscuit. I had the "Griddled French Toast dipped in a banana cinnamon cream w/pecan maple syrup" and a side of the crispy potatoes. Mmmm, perfection. Our food arrived on plates as long and twice as wide as a whole french bread loaf and the food did not disappoint. My french toast consisted of about 3/4 a loaf of crispy on the outside, tender and fluffy pieces, tender grilled banana halves, sprinkled generously with toasted pecans and maple syrup. The crispy potatoes were perfect, soft on the inside and very crispy on the outside. I nibbled on Hubby's omelet, his very fluffy sky high biscuit and a bit of the mashed potatoes. (I'm not a hungry pregnant woman or anything...) Everything was superb and very worth venturing out to dine again in the future with two infant twins. After all, I didn't get to try the snickers flapjacks or the butterscotch almond flapjacks as suggested by the waiter. Of course, we could always use a few extra hands with the twins (grandmas, up for an exciting adventure?) Fortunately for Hubby and myself, the whole experience did not cause me to go into labor...Although check back soon, my contractions seem to be increasing no matter what position I am in, seriously...
The second thing was courtesy of my wonderful husband, I was able to get my hair cut by my "missing-in-action-for the last year and a half" hair stylist, Angela. You see, when you are a mixed race (black and white) person growing up with hair like mine, an excellent hair stylist is a MUST HAVE. ( You all who know me and my hair well know what I'm talking about). And when said husband obtained a recommendation from a mixed race family at the YMCA about 1 1/2 years ago to go check Angela out of at all places-SUPER CUTS, well I raced over ASAP. Especially when previous hairstylist attempts include one hairstylist who gave me a 4 hour hair cut while preaching "keep the natural curls, no chemicals" mantra AND gave me whiplash from yanking on my hair and another turned out to be a transvestite who cut my bangs crooked. (I couldn't make up stories that crazy)... So despite the fact that Angela had close to nine inch nails and I had flashbacks to other crazy hair encounters, she easily passed the test to "tame the mane" and gave me one of the best hair cuts I've gotten for only $25 plus tip. You see, she has the only credentials needed-a cosmotology license and 3 mixed race kids of her own. So the next time my husband went to supercuts, he had to sadly report that Angela had left the place (after 11 years) and they would not give out any information as to where she had gone or they would get fired. (She has quite a following). So SUPERHUSBAND performed one more miracle last week and once again begged the staff for her new location and was successful! She's still sporting her long nails, red highlights in her black hair, some new tattoos and a very bad case of "hair cut elbow" or really "tennis elbow" (scheduled for surgery soon). I'm prepared to offer free physical therapy in exchange for more hair miracles in the future.
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