i’m not exactly a lumberjack.

i don’t do much mountain climbing or motor-rehauling.

i don’t own a lathe or a power sander.

if you happen to find me doing yard work some weekend, all you’ll see is a lawn mower. no chainsaw…no chain-driven tool of any sort actually.

so you’ll understand why i, a guitar-playing, mac-owning, hair-wax using californian, have never had steak-and-eggs for breakfast.

in all honesty, i never felt man enough to order a steak before the evening hours. that seems like something men with beards do. beards and axes.

the mrs. and i are on vacation for a few days and, when on vacation, we enjoy our eating.

don’t get me wrong, it’s not like we’re foodies. we just like to eat food and look forward to a little eating out when we’re on holiday.

breakfast is no exception.

this morning we went to a place we’ve been a number of times, where i again encountered that menu item that has alluded me, lo these 26 years: steak+eggs.

it was time to take the plunge. we had a long day of walking around ahead of us, so i wasn’t too worried that i was going to slip into a coma after eating eggs, red meat, potatoes and bread.

i was a little apprehensive, but luckily my lovely wife always encourages me just right in my periodic willingness to try something new.

now, i almost never finish my whole plate (unless we’re eating spaghetti), so here’s how it went:

here i was about 1/3 of the way done and i had already mystically discovered WHY people order steak+eggs…
because it is a magical breakfast that blows your mind. that’s why.

little more than half done. this is the point where i start thinking:
“i wonder what would happen if i immediately ordered a second dish of this…would i die later today?”
i resisted the urge to double-up my steak+eggs intake.

so, yes, i left a couple potatoes and that vile weed that they served with my breakfast, but all in all, this was a eating performance i could be proud of.

as someone who doesn’t eat out a ton AND who doesn’t eat a ton of steak, i am happy to say that next time i have a chance i will be ordering steak+eggs.

today i am a man. this breakfast was, obviously, the last thing keeping me out of the club.

what’s your favorite breakfast?

7 Comments

nonsense, pictures | September 29th, 2009