This weekend, I took off of work. It didn't occur to me that it would be so odd to really + truly not work at all for two whole days, but it felt weird. It has become so common for me to work every day, anywhere from 6-12 hours a day - and while I love what I do, I love it so much that I have to command to myself that I take Black Apple mini-breaks sometimes. Anyway, so this weekend: no work.
So what did we do? So many fun things! Good dinners, hunting for old stuff (thrifting + antiquing!), brunch, laundry...good things.
Yesterday we headed up North (Portland-wise) for brunch at Gravy. Now, if you are a lumberjack, and you happen to find yourself on N. Mississippi, you should hasten yourself to Gravy. Find a place to rest your axe, and get ready for an omelet bigger than your head. Actually, I'd personally recommend the french toast - they're as hearty as the 2 x 4 pine planks you had been cutting all day. Basically what I'm trying to tell you is: the portions are insane.
And though I am no lumberjack, I do love their french toast. Ashley is the person who convinced me to give it a chance, because as a life-long hater of regular french toast, I was a skeptic. It's usually too soggy and weird for me...but this? This is crispy, dense, chewy perfection, dusted with the tiniest bit of confectioner's sugar. I think they make it with challah, hence the hearty, chewy consistency that's egg-y without being soggy.
Anyway, so remember what I said about the portions?
Um, get ready for your mind to be blown...
This is the half-order!
And at the point at which this photo was taken, I had already donated half a slab to Josiah (and in return I received that omelet-let you see there).
Lumberjack food if I've ever seen it.