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| - I'm very tempted to rate The Beaver ***** for the simple reason that they have the very best french toast I have ever put in my body. Yes, you read that right: EVER. (Ya. All caps. Suck it, interweb etiquette police)
And if I permit myself an opportunity to brag ("go ahead, Patrick, you've earned it"), I make pretty fantastic french toast, like, write home to mom fantastic. The Beaver kicks me in the teeth and makes me beg for more, then sends pictures to your mom.
So what's the deal?
Baked chocolate almond french toast, swimming in about a cm of real maple syrup, topped with fluffy-cool whipped cream, and scattered with big juicy berries, grapes (both globe and red), and half a dozen slices of ripe banana. $10.
The toast itself is fluffy, eggy, spongy, caramelized, chocolatey, heavenly.
Order it.
(Rest of the party ate food. I paid it little heed. Brekkie burrito, tofu scramble burrito, two Beaver brekkies... I heard the phrase "these eggs are amazing!" uttered twice in reference to their steamed scramble... lattes were excellent, cappuccino serviceable, french press rather delicious, and a cup of fresh squeezed orange juice that elicited a smile and audible sigh of contentment.)
But seriously: The French Toast.
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