Okay, so I don’t know what’s with this whole French thing, but it seems like I’ve been on a real French kick lately. Perhaps, it’s just because I recently watched It’s Complicated, but if I start wearing a beret, please somebody say something.
This past weekend, I crossed off another restaurant from breakfast spot to-do list and went to the Boat Street Cafe which I’ve been dying to try for some time now. I’ve driven past this place a million times (okay, well seriously probably at least several hundred) and never knew exactly where it was. Tucked beneath a random Work Lofts building on Western Avenue right where Lower Queen Anne meets Belltown lay the most unsuspecting quaint French country restaurant . The decor is quite minimal and at first I wasn’t sure if I was in the right place as this couldn’t possible be THE Boat Street Cafe I’ve heard so much about. Everything was white as if out of A Clockwork Orange and there was barely a picture on the wall.
But then came the smells of delicious pastries, hot pots of French Press coffee and so began my French country breakfast adventure. I was starving so to get things going I started with the flakiest, butteryiest (sp?), honey-drizzled biscuit ever along with a delicious cup of coffee. Of course, the headliner was the Eggs Benedict in which their take on the Classic did not subscribe to the rule of ham, but I guess leave it to the French to mess with tradition and in place of the meat was a tomato. I don’t really like change when it comes to Eggs Benedict, but I have to say this was one of the best overall Eggs Benny I’ve ever had. Instead of the usual English Muffin they has a piece of crisp French baguette covered with melted Sharp Cheddar, a perfectly poached egg and a rich creamy hollandaise sauce. This was seriosly probably the best eggs benedict I’ve had so far in terms of overall execution. I found myself dipping anything I could into the delicious hollandaise/egg mixture and couldn’t get enough. I would have drank that hollandaise! I only wish there was some meat.
Sadly, they did not serve shredded hash browns, but to quench my thirst the salty pork product missing from the Eggs Benny, I also ended up ordering a side of bacon that was, no joke, probably the best bacon I’ve ever had – and I wouldn’t joke about something like that. It was just the way I like it cooked almost entirely to a crisp with just a bit of chewiness and the taste was sweet as if smoked with apple wood or something. I never did find out, but I guess I’ll just have to go back.