This morning I took my couch surfer, hailing from the Ukraine, to breakfast before he caught his train to Philadelphia. I needed to experiment with Julian's coffee milk for a magazine article I'm writing, and it just so happens to be one of my favorite brunches in Rhode Island.
And Holy Moses, did it outdo itself yet again. I'm so delighted I took Aleksandr there for no other reason than how much HE loved it! "I forgot how good food in the USA is," he said, speaking about two years ago when he was in NYC. "Wow," he said. "This place. Wow."
He was also a great sport and let me order for the two of us.
1. He agreed to share food. Destined for lifelong friendship.
2. When I asked him if he had any allergies before I ordered, he said, "If I go too long without eating...this is my allergy."
3. He wanted to try coffee milk once I explained to him it was the state drink of Rhode Island. "I think I have to," he said. EXACTLY. And he was a huge fan, by the way.
I ordered for us an OG Hawkeye French Toast (blueberry and spiced red wine compote, toasted hazelnuts, coconut cream) and eggs, toast, home fries, and Italian sausage hash which was out of this world. Aleksandr is prepared to call Julian from Kiev and ask him for the recipe. I hadn't tried this hash before, but now I feel like I must have it again. Every day. Forever.
The French toast, particularly with that coconut cream and compote, was delicious, too.
But my joy is not just the food--it rarely ever is. It was being able to share that with someone who was so excited and appreciative of the food and experience also. Cheers (of coffee milk) to my new friend, Aleksandr! Happy travels to you!