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| - Oh, Herb Box... I have been dreaming about you. Your yogurt parfait is so delectable, that I have visions of swimming in giant pools of your yogurt, rolling around in your homemade granola, and getting drizzled with your orange-blossom honey. Hmmm. On second thought, that seems a bit sticky. Perhaps I'd better just return for another weekend brunch.
To be fair, the Herb Box was not our original destination. We intended to go to another spot... and spied a never-ending line. Who wants to wait for breakfast when they have a hungry 4-year-old in tow? Not me! We ventured onwards, and stumbled upon the Herb Box. No wait?! On a Saturday morning at 10? I was a little skeptical that there must be a reason for the slow morning, but hunger won out and we took our seats.
Our table ordered the amazing yogurt parfait, the BLT, and the cinnamon buckwheat pancakes. Though they were out of their fresh squeezed oj (juicer malfunction?), they were thoughtful and grabbed a bottle of Naked juice from their market for us. The BLT was something else... crispy pancetta, ricotta, fried egg, arugula, seriously delicious tomatoes, and a spicy aioli, all sandwiched between some of the freshest bread I've ever eaten. It was just slightly toasted, and all kinds of delicious. I love when restaurants take a generally boring sandwich and breathe new life into it. Well done, Herb Box.
The outdoor patio is beautiful and perfect in this Spring weather, so make sure you venture over before it gets too hot out.
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