Ahhhh, don’t you just love those Sundays where you eat awesome eggs benedict and discuss the brachial plexus of the arm? I know, they’re the best.
Welcome to the colliding worlds of my sister and me. She, the physiotherapy grad student perpetually carrying around a thick stack of anatomy flash cards, and me, the food blogger whose flash cards are menus and who last studied the body when she took Biology 12 so she would be allowed to graduate from high school. The only thing I retained from that course was its name.
Kate and I chose Caesar’s for breakfast because I’d noticed their “NOW OPEN FOR BRUNCH” sign while on my way to Steveston. From 10am to 3pm each Sunday, they offer a one-page brunch menu that includes eggs benedict, breakfast ‘entrees,’ omelettes, and a few sweet dishes like stuffed French toast and buttermilk pancakes. When we arrived around 12:30pm, there were a number of families and groups enjoying brunch together, and the place had a nice, relaxing atmosphere. I particularly liked the crooner-era music playing, because if there’s one person I want singing to me while I eat eggs and learn about the anterior compartment of the arm and forearm, it’s Nat King Cole.
We decided to get the smoked salmon eggs benedict ($12.95) and the stuffed French toast ($9.95). And then, because I was feeling lush, I asked for their POM cocktail, which is sparkling wine mixed with pomegranate ginger syrup ($6). While we waited for our food, I sipped my drink and pretended to understand what Kate was talking about. She knows I might as well hear her speaking Greek, but is just happy I’ll listen.
It was all brachial arteries and anastomosis until our plates arrived, at which point talk turned to a) how hungry we were, and b) how good the food was.
My favourite of the two was the smoked salmon eggs benedict, and my favourite part of that plate was the hash browns. They were some of the best I’ve ever had.
So many restaurants treat hashbrowns the same – just cubes of potatoes that are either deep-fried or sauteed, and need copious amounts of salt and ketchup to taste like anything. At Caesar’s they make proper hash – a buttery, salted, pan-fried mixture of soft nugget potatoes, onion, pepper, mushrooms, and spinach. It was so beautifully-flavoured it didn’t need anything else, and I had a really hard time leaving half of it for Kate. The eggs benedict were also great; they had generous amounts of smoked salmon, and were topped with hollandaise, big plump capers, and sprigs of fresh dill. It was a warm and comforting west coast breakfast.
The French toast didn’t wow me quite as much, but it was still really good. The pieces of bread had been stuffed with mascarpone cheese, but I didn’t really find it added flavour, only texture. Perhaps a little grated lemon zest would do the trick?
The caramel cream sauce, sliced bananas, and strawberries are what upped it from just ok, to a finished plate.
I hope your Sundays were as delectable and informative as ours. I had a great day, because now I know both where to get a good brunch, and that I possess palmaris longus muscles, which about 14% of the population lack. Kate can explain their significance to you.
I’ll continue to search the world for good H.A.S.H.B.R.O.W.N.S.
Thanks again to The Sheraton Hotel for a wonderful weekend!
Cash and cards accepted
Vegetarian options available