How do you say Ole?
Patatas Bravas. Bravo!
Did you know that the Spanish translation for 'the perfect weekend breakfast' is Picaro? It is. Look it up!
Why is it perfect? Fresh fruit, eggs fried in olive oil, brioche french toast, omelets with Serrano ham and goat cheese... I could go on.... but I haven't mentioned the sangria yet or the mimosa's rimmed with cinnamon. Oh! Oh! Or the absolutely fabulous little back patio that makes you momentarily forget that you're in the middle of the city. This little slice of heaven has dragged me out of bed many a weekend (I've been here every one for the past month.)
Ahhhh sunny space
Every breakfast dish I've had has been fantastic. My guests
have been bowled over by the super-friendly staff, the tasty hangover busters
(the patatas bravas specifically), and the fact that for 7 bucks you will walk
away a happy, rosy cheeked camper.
Big, fluffy and oh so just the thing
It really is a fantastic, not yet discovered, breakfast gem. If you want to try Picaro yourself you can find it at:
3120 16th St (btwn Valencia & Gurerro)
Enjoy!
Erin
mmm, this all looks so delish. not that i ever have to have my arm twisted to eat brioche and serrano ham.
Posted by:Sarah | May 01, 2008 at 10:56 AM
Ooooh tell me about it. And they lay the ham on top of a crostini with a garlic spread and then top the whole thing with a roasted pepper...damn I just drooled...
Posted by:EB | May 01, 2008 at 02:00 PM
This place sounds fantastic. I absolutely LOVE eggs fried in olive oil. I often make them and grate a little Parmesan cheese over the still soft yolk, clap a lid on the pan and cook just until the cheese melts, then eat it. It is expecially good with asparagus to dip in the yolk and, of course, a little piece of sausage.
Posted by:Victoria | May 07, 2008 at 10:53 AM
You sure know how to get the salivary glands working....
Posted by:EB | May 07, 2008 at 01:24 PM