I’m not exactly a brunch person, but when I’m visiting somewhere, I happily become one. After trying several times on previous visits to get brunch at Boogaloos on a weekend, I decided that the weekday was the way to go. So on a Friday during prime lunch time, we gave it a shot. Well, there was still a wait, but it was really nice and short. Finally, success!

The inside is just absolutely crazy. There’s odd art on the walls, truly odd. But you don’t go there for the decor. J got the Zydeco Breakfast, which was 2 eggs served with spicy andouille sausage, black beans, fresh salsa, sour cream, cabbage salad, and a corn muffin. He substituted the chicken apple sausage for the andouille.
I went with the Polenta-n-eggs. Like its name suggests, it is two sizeable hunks of grilled polenta with a salsa ranchero, served with 2 eggs, black beans, sour cream, and cabbage salad. Everything on both of these dishes was fantastic! And the food came out amazingly fast! I loved my beans and the zesty cabbage salad. The salsa ranchero was warm and went with everything, including the eggs and the polenta. If you love polenta in general, you will especially enjoy this version. The chicken-apple sausage was also great, and really, it doesn’t taste chicken-y or apple-y, it just tastes like straight up breakfast sausage, but is theoretically better for you. And we both loved the corn muffin. This one had some extra stuff in it, like jalapenos and other spices, and wasn’t really spicy at all, just good. Now I can see why this place is so popular. Once you get in, you get tons of tasty food really quickly. And the prices are quite reasonable.

The breakfasts at my hotel, Hotel Castelbarco, in the middle of nowhere Italy, were stellar. They were everything I could ask for, other than being able to make my own waffles. Here’s some bread for toast (only white bread here) and some pastries. I never tried one of these, but was told they probably had chocolate in them. I’m not sure I would have been able to eat chocolate so early.

There’s the obligatory yogurt. And of course, frizzante water!

There’s also a plate of fruit as well as fresh cut fruit, including blood oranges, kiwi, and pineapple. This was my first experience eating blood orange, as I’d only had the juice before. I love me some blood orange! Those grapes by the way, were ginormous.

They also have a giant bowl of essentially, cookies. And for your toast, butter and jam, but also nutella and other sweet spreads.

I loved the fresh juices. I mostly stuck to orange and then ventured out to try the orange/carrot on my last morning, and I really dug it! What was I thinking waiting so long?

There’s also egg and some hot foods. The egg yolks are so orange (or at least in real life), that’s good, right?
And as it seems to be everywhere in europe, there’s always some kind of cold cut and cheese. We have a couple of hams here.

By the time thursday night rolled around, which was everyone’s last night at this hotel, we were all too tired to venture out to eat. So we just stayed in and let Jimmy cook for us. The food menu here is very small, but that was fine by me. I got a mixed salad and a pasta with garlic, oil, and hot pepper oil. It was so simple and delicious!

I’m in Italy! Yeah, it wasn’t something I planned, but just something that popped up for work. So here I am. So strange. My original flight on saturday night was cancelled. And that really f’d up everything. Like seriously. My plans weren’t exactly flexible, I mean, I had to at work on Monday morning, but my new flight wasn’t going to get into Milan until Monday morning. With tons of effort, stuff got rearranged. I probably lost a few years of life. But it goes on.

My flight to europe was long, and I contemplated sleeping most of the way, but it was hard because it was so early. But they fed us some dinner before I didn’t even attempt any shut eye. Sorry, but I didn’t see the point of trying to go to sleep at 7PM. It just wasn’t going to work. I picked the chicken dish, and it was some sort of odd bbq chicken with rice pilaf and mexican corn. It came with an iceberg and carrot salad, whole grain roll with shedds spread, and carrot cake. Really, I’m not like most people. I kind of dig airplane food! Right before we landed, we got a little heated up fruit danish.

I landed in Frankfurt very early in the morning, before the sun was up, and had barely any time before my flight to Milan. I had a nice power breakfast of fanta and mixed tropical fruit. How come fanta in europe tastes so much better? It actually tastes more like juice, instead of just orange sugar water.

Frankfurt airport is nice. And it’s kind of shiny and glittery, literally, because there’s a freakin swarovski crystal store in it. Seriously, what’s the point? I find the little smoking pods very amusing and demeaning. At frankfurt, it’s sponsored by Camel.

I don’t know if they have this at every Lufthansa gate, but at mine, there was a secret little coffee corner and tea station. It wasn’t exactly advertised, but it wasn’t a secret either. It’s like if you find it, then good for you, and if you don’t, then too bad. And it was totally free!

While on my super short flight, they gave us drinks and a little half sandwich. I wasn’t hungry so I didn’t eat it. But after I eventually got to the hotel, after a long delay due to a bad accident, I was really hungry. And I wanted to eat it. But knowing how long it had been in my purse, and knowing it was cheese, I passed. It said discover the flavour, but I was afraid it’d make me discover the toilet.

Somehow, I got in the emergency exit row and had no seat in front of me. I had beyond tons of leg room. I felt bad because as a stubby legged girl, I didn’t need it. And I could see all the tall germans around me who would have probably enjoyed it. Well, I’ve made it to europe. And at this rate, I call that an accomplishment!