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| - We went on a late Saturday morning. We waited over an hour for a table, but you know if there is a line at a cafe, there is a reason. We sat in the back at a funky 1960's repurposed booth, cleverly cut in half. Love the interior.
We started our morning with fresh squeezed juice, Carrot orange ginger, so tasty. The cafe was very busy, our food took a while to be prepared. My omelette arrived. It was a wild mushroom, gruyere, and spinach omelette topped with ramp pesto. It was a huge portion, cooked perfectly and served with seven seed toast. I took a bite of the omelette, the ramp pesto stung my tongue with oxidized garlic, it was very strong and very fresh. The toast had a weird flavor, perhaps a seed I am not familiar with or it tasted like mold? I am not so sure. My handsome hunk of a husband had an omelette as well. He ordered the avocado, apple bacon, jalepeno muenster omelette topped with fresh salsa. His omelette was served with deep fried home fries. His omelette was also massive and mouth watering.
The server was having an off day, she never refilled our waters, or checked our table before breakfast was served. I had spilled a bit of my juice and did not have a napkin to wipe it up. A young man arrived with our food and was kind enough to bring us silverware and napkins. When we finished our breakfast, it was past noon, she could have tempted us with dessert, but did not offer. I would assume they have fabulous dessert.
We will return to Coca Cafe. I will try the seven seed toast again to confirm my suspicion.
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