This month Pacifica and I went for Pete's Eggnest, perhaps the most famous eggnest in our neck of the woods and smack-dab at the 1/2 way point from our house to the Woodland Park Zoo. We've biked past on enough weekend mornings to know better than to come at the regular brunch time--the lines are long and creep around the building to one of my favorite Greenwood coffee shops, Mekada Coffee -- so we arrived early, and took up seats right at the front counter, and didn't even have to ask to be seated.
Today Pacifica decided th
at she was Aurora, from S
leeping Beauty, and I was
some odd prince that jus
t happened to be driving 
her down there in the bik
e trailer, and kindly inv
ited in to dine with her. A nice part of our seating was that we could be right next to each other, and talk about all the interesting things that there are to see on the other side. For example, pictures of Greece (luckily, Pacifica ha
s been to Corfu, so she kind of has an idea that Greece exists somewhere, though why the pictures where pasted on the walls escaped explanation), artistically stacked up cups, and a color photocopy of a dog. It took a bit of time for the coffee to arrive, and there were no crayons or placemats to color, so we took it upon ourselves to do some doodling in Pacifica's sketchbook while we waited to place our orders. When the time finally came, Aurora went for the pancake and egg kids combo, and I for the eggs benedict. And, to top things off, I ordered a plate of sausages, because I felt manly, like a prince.The food arrived soon enough, and we we dug right in. The first thing that I noticed was the temperature of the chorizo on my eggs benedict--cold, just like the sausages at Rooster's Breakfast Club. I suppose that is something Mr. Rooster learned from Chez Pete. Otherwise my dish was just fine, though I regretted ordering the extra plate of sausages, and ate one to appease my guilt. Pacifica dug into her pancakes, and did not seem to notice the absence of the egg we'd ordered...I g
uess when you have enough whipped butter and syrup, those details slip on by. She did eat a slice of what was apparently bacon, though it resembled lard-soaked pressed charcoal. I decided to leave the egg issue aside--Pacifica had enough food as it was (four pancakes!), and I had at least three extra sausages as it was.Pacifica plowed through one pancake, and played with the rest. We opted out of taking anything home because, overall, we were a bit disappointed, and not something we'd care to m
unch on in the afternoon. On one hand, the food was pretty much what you would expect at a greasy spoon, but on the other, it was priced for the posh folks who live on Phinney Ridge prices, so shelling out $25 bucks made me feel a bit had. Pacifica walked out with a dum-dum sucker and a smile, and as the 4,000 calories started to slow my heart, we stumbled over to Makeda to revive me with a shot of espresso before the bike ride home.
