Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Saturday, May 17, Kevin and I didn't have the children so he planned to take me out to a nice breakfast.
Over Easy is a part of a local company...they own Salsa Brava and Sonterra...both of which I like and have had no complaint.
Over Easy has two locations...downtown on Tejon and Nevada near Costco. I love Costco. We went to the one on Nevada.
We get there around 9:30am. There is a wait, which we expect...it's only been opened about a month. We put our name on the list and grab some coffee from the, 'help yourself thanks for waiting carafe'. We fill our paper cups and take them outside on to the crisp morning and watch the traffic in the parking lot.
There was lots to see.
The Subaru with the 'Stay Calm and Chive On' sticker...on their gas tank door?!
What the hell does Keep calm and chive on mean anyway? Hipster trendy anyone? It's a sticker dumbass...you can't unstick it when it's no longer trendy!
There were families and such.
There was the honking of horns when someone tried to reverse from their spot and someone else had decided that the parking lot, behind parked cars, was a good place to wait...and almost get hit...I don't know which was more of an idiot...the one that didn't look behind them when reversing or the inconsiderate jerk that thought a parking spot was above them.
Our flashy vibrator square thingy goes off...
The Hostesses were nice and well spoken. (Well spoken?...yes, I have to add that.) She's excited she won't be a hostess for long...she's moving up to "Expo".
Me..."Expediting...which food goes to which table."
Her..."It's supposed to be the hardest job."
Kevin and I have conversations with people. When we ask "how's your day?" We mean it...we want to know...and if it's bad we will try to bring your day some joy in our own special way. However we don't understand people...it's like smelling the number 9. (I actually CAN smell the number 9 but there are different kinds...some have an aroma of positivity others are bad knockoffs trying to fool others.)
We actually got a table but would have been fine sitting at the communal hipster trendy bar table or the actual bar.
Our waiter arrives...I wish I could remember his name...He's lucky I can't.
..."Hi! My name is ____, Jessica and I will be hanging out with you today!"... overly fake enthusiastically said and all I could think of... I don't want you to hang out with us all day.
We peruse the menu...it's simple. I like that. They also have bloody mary's...I love that. I love bloody marys.
I order my bloody mary, extra spicy and Kevin orders a large orange juice.
I'm told I can make my bloody mary myself at the bloody mary bar.
He asks if I want salt on my glass rim or not...I thought to myself...I ordered a bloody mary not a margarita?! He should have asked...do I want Old Bay seasoning on my glass rim. I'm realizing I don't know anything at this point...and as the meal goes on I'll find out I'm out right ignorant of food.
I take my non salt rimmed glass filled with some organic hipster vodka to the help yourself bar in the corner. An uncomfortable...everyone is looking at me feeling came over me as I got to the cramped, corner spot. They had everything I could have wanted and also what I think was bacon on a skewer...but looked like wood bark on a stick. I skipped it.
I sauntered back to the table wishing the bartender could have just made my bloody mary themselves...I can do this at home.
There is Kevin's large orange juice sitting in front of him next to his water...both are in glasses a tad bit bigger then a shot glass.
Get used to the word hipster...
We ordered our breakfast ...
I got the
Peace, Love & Pancakes Flight (3)