I love going out to breakfast and my squeeze…not so much. But he indulges me from time to time. Toast in Ferndale is one of those places I’ve wanted to go to since I moved here. The menu sounded good and I’ve only ever been able to make it there for lunch once with Claire.
Since we were up and out the door around 10:30 this morning, we figured there wouldn’t be too long of a wait and we were right. We grabbed a cup of coffee from their help yourself coffee stand and our table was ready.
Although I had stepped inside to pay the bill when Claire and i were there last year (we ate outside on their adorable little patio alcove), I never really looked around. I’m not sure if the art is rotating or permanent, but there are several paintings throughout the restaurant in reds and oranges and greens. And, of course, true to its name, there are several silver toasters lining the front window along Woodward Avenue and the large red wall at the front of the restaurant.
The breakfast menu includes all kinds of omelets, and other egg dishes, including huevos rancheros and different kinds of eggs benedict. Sweet choices include four different kinds of French toast, including grand marnier and New Orleans (bourbon!) French toast and a few different kinds of pancakes, including granola banana hotcakes and chocolate chip.
There are lots of choices for carnivores that include bacon and sausage gravy, so this might be a good place to go with mixed groups. (But they also have veggie sausage, veggie burritos and the like).
D gets one of two things when we’re out for breakfast — oatmeal or granola (he’s one of those people who actually uses his head and doesn’t eat something that will make him feel like crap and slip into a food coma even though it tastes so good). The Irish oatmeal sounded really good, but he went with the granola, fresh fruit and vanilla yogurt. It was gorgeous, topped with sliced almonds, melon and strawberries.
I decided to go for the florentine benedict. I have a problem with always wanting to order some form of benedict, which is difficult for a vegetarian. There’s regular (ham), salmon and all kinds of variations, but they all involve some kind of meat. When they don’t — I’m in!
Lately, I have been eating less and less eggs, so this complicates matters, but this benedict sounded too good. It had some kind of spinach Hollandaise on it (it may not have been an actual Hollandaise, but I can think of no other way to describe it!), and included sliced tomatoes, fresh spinach, red peppers and kalamata olives on a sliced baguette versus the traditional English muffin base. I could have ordered it without eggs, but I decided to order it with and ended up only eating one. . Look how pretty my breakfast was:
It came with home fries that I thought were spicy (but good) and D thought were bland, which doesn’t make sense, but there you have it.
We left full but not feeling heavy, in about 45 minutes and for about $20 + tip. There are definitely some other things on the menu I’d like to try next time I’ll have to tap into their breakfast cocktail menu — they have bloody marys with dill vodka. DILL VODKA. And we definitely have to remember it when we have Claire in tow, as she’s a chocolate chip pancake connoisseur.
Toast in Ferndale only is open for breakfast and lunch daily, with burgers, salads, sandwiches, quesadillas and roll-ups on the lunch menu. I think I got the veggie roll up last time, which has artichokes, avocado, mushrooms, zucchini, onions and more rolled in a tortilla.
Maybe some day I’ll make it over to the new(ish) Toast in on Pierce Street in Birmingham, which includes a full bar, dinner menu, patio and is open until 2 a.m.
(Note: I’d like to point out that these photos were all taken with an iPhone! Crazy, right?)