Have y’all ever had a full english breakfast? Or a full irish breakfast? The contents can vary, but it usually involves some eggs, potatoes, bacon/ham type substance, baked beans, tomatoes, toast, and some sort of blood pudding. J had been talking about it for weeks, and he got me hankering, so I decided to make our dreams come true.

I cooked up some improvised potatoes, with onions, bell peppers, and cherry tomatoes. They turned out pretty well for me making up the whole thing. We went with turkey bacon to feign some semblance of healthiness. The beans were from trader joe’s and they were quite excellent. And some eggs to round out the plate. Neither of us were interested in any type of blood pudding, which is a good thing as I would have had no clue as to where one can procure some. Hearty? Yes. Healthy? No. But I coveted every bite!

The plan was to get brunch at the Ten Stone. But then we rethought that silly idea. The Eagles game was starting at 1, and it was bound to be loud and rowdy. So we hopped on over to the Ants Pants Cafe instead. The place is teeny tiny. Seriously, I can’t stress enough how small this place is. It can’t possibly seat more than 20, and that includes the two counters. So be forewarned! So that we didn’t have to wait too long, we ended up sitting at the counter in the main dining area. And by main dining area, I mean the really cramped 5×10 space with tables squeezed in. They have tons of hot drinks, strong on the coffee side, including some “aussie drinks”. These aussie drinks seem to be like the regular coffee based drinks, but they get special names, like “flat white” and “long black”. Or you could be boring and get the latte or the americano instead. It’s the same thing. The espresso con panna. In its tiny little cup, how cute is that?
S got the hungry man. Perfect for a hungry man, or even a hungry woman.

The eggs benedict, served over brioche instead of the typical english muffin. Good, but kind of a small plate for a big eater like J.
We’d gotten a text that the egg, ham, and brie sandwich was the best breakfast in town, so I had to go with it. The avocado could certainly have been a bit riper, but the sandwich was darn good. Because we needed a bit more food, we got the sweet potato fries, specifically because I saw pretty much everyone else in the place had ordered them. This had to be a good sign. Oh. My. Word. These were so motherf’in tasty. Seriously. A thousand times better than the Good Dog sweet potato fries, and I love me the fries there. These are cut wide and served with sweet chili sauce and sour cream. Who knew bottled sweet chili sauce were such an amazing accompaniment to sweet potato fries? We all scarfed these down like we hadn’t even had any other food.

Service was good, as usual. We had the same waiter as last time, and he’s a big sweetheart. He also cut his ponytail off, which I appreciated very much. Remember, this place is cash only!

Strong coffee that comes with a little star shaped ginger cookie. Cookie? Way too gingery, like real ginger root tasting, not cookie ginger tasting. Blech. I stopped after I nibbled on one teeny point of the star. But it’d be good for those who like genuine ginger.
The southwestern egg burrito. Sidecar gaffed this one, they forgot to put salsa in the burrito. So it was noticeably bland to J. It clearly indicated salsa on the menu and they totally just forgot it. He was given a little side of salsa and things were good again. These potatoes were pretty darn good. It also comes with a side of greens.

I had the re-New Orleans poached eggs. It was a crawfish potato hash, and the eggs were topped with a tomato Choron sauce. This was good, but the potatoes in the hash were a little crunchy. So that was a bit annoying. But aside from that, I enjoyed the dish.

Service was ok, as usual. Nothing great, but nothing bad. What did I think of this brunch? There were clearly a couple of big mistakes with our meals, but the food was good. But I think I will stick to the Sidecar for dinner and drinks.