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No, this is not what I am after I leave Lucky's. It's what I eat when I go there. Though the first time I went I believe I ordered it because it accurately described how I felt at the time.
The first time I stepped into Lucky's was on a breezy Spring Sunday morning, which was having a craptastic beginning. I thought I wasn't going to make it there to meet my friend James before it closed, I had inadvertently knocked my phone into a glass of water the night before (don't ask) and was now frustrated without the technology I sadly admit I am so addicted to, and I was generally having a shite time in general, so I was definitely lucky to come upon Lucky's when I did.
The Sunday morning crowd was definitely bustly, but it added to the charm for me. The coffee and bakery aromas were amazing right through the front door, and I ordered some strongly caffeinated concoction that would get me through my pending ten hour work day. I ordered the Shipwreck (a ginormous skillet concoction with eggs and breakfast potatoes and cheese and all sorts of goodies), and James and I decided to sit outside. I shook a bunch of cinnamon into my coffee, and we ventured out to relax in the sunshine and wait for our meals.
The sun, the breeze, the casual picnic table and umbrella setup in the back with the beautifully muralled fence and the giant backyard garden (!) beginning to sprout, and the happy people all around me created a little Eden for me, a respite from the hectic stress that defined my Spring. I found myself embracing having no phone, letting some of that stress go, and really enjoying the conversations I was having with my friend about the future, about work, about life.
And that's really just the atmosphere and amazing coffee talking.
The Shipwreck was amazing. A huge portion, and each ingredient prepared perfectly before thrown together to create this cacophony of flavors. I definitely had leftovers, which I got to eat for dinner in the middle of work that evening. And I specifically remember the jam they gave me for my toast; this homemade cherry-something concoction that just made my fruit-loving mouth WATER. SO good.
I've been there on several occasions since and each time have utterly enjoyed the experience. Lucky's, you get a Big Fat FIVE. Not only is the food, the drink, and the atmosphere spectacular, but Lucky's has the power to actually make you feel, well, Lucky. Even in the midst of feeling more yucky than lucky.
Turn your Yuckys into Lucky's?
(Okay, that was ridiculous. :p)
Oh, and PS, I hear the tofu version of the Shipwreck is the Canoewreck, and I think that is FANTASTIC. :D
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