It somehow came out at one gathering or another that I’d never seen Grandma’s Boy. And just like that, a Grandma’s Boy potluck was planned. Brunch and a movie. Okay, it wasn’t the worst thing ever, and I did laugh a few times, but mostly it was underwhelming. But now I’ve seen it and can stop getting harassed about it.
Brunch was awesome though:
Scramble on top of grits, a cheezy biscuit, raw garlicky kale, stuffed crescent rolls and coffee cake.
We’re pretty much potluck crazy. Since vegan brunch options are limited in Atlanta, it’s always a good choice.
In the back, biscuits, gravy, cheezy grits with sausage. In front, apples, banana waffles and, uh, another waffle type.
Two quiches, coffee cake, banana chocolate chip muffins, beverages.
My plate of goodness.
Since Boston Terriers were welcome, I brought Tak over. Slayer spent the whole time chasing her around the loft trying to hump her. One day we’re going to have to get all 4 BTs in one place. That’ll be ridiculous.
Afterwards most of us headed over to Octane which has now opened a location convenient to us. Yay!
The next potluck post has a goatse theme. Why yes, there might just be something wrong with us.
Our last meal in Seattle was a return trip to Wayward Vegan Cafe. There were too many things left behind on the menu that we hadn’t tried yet.
I got the breakfast biscuit sandwich. Who doesn’t like old school hash browns? My only complaint is that it was basically scramble on a biscuit which was kind of hard to pick up and eat. Omelet style would have been easier.
Kevin got the blintz. Some vegan blintzes in Atlanta would be awesome.
Someone got pancakes. I’m not sure who.
And we got a club sandwich to eat on the plane later. It held up pretty well. I bet it was delicious right out of the kitchen.
And that’s the end of the Seattle gorge fest.
Apparently cinnamon rolls grow on trees in Seattle. When we got to Wayward Vegan Cafe they had a whole pan of these things sitting right next to the register where you order. Really? How the hell can you avoid ordering that when it’s staring at you like that? The answer is, you can’t.
Hillbilly Omelet: filled with sausage and hash browns, covered with gravy, deep fried potatoes on the side. Oooof.
Kevin got Seitan on a Shingle:
Jared models his Country Fried Steak:
Beth displays her French Toast:
Kevin offers up his grits:
And here is Taylor molesting his burrito, not sure which one.
We needed a lazy Saturday this week. Enjoying brunch at an outdoor table while leisurely chatting with friends seemed like a good idea. Saba is not even vegetarian but they do have some vegan options for brunch, lunch and dinner. So we headed to their Emory Village location. I’m a fan of their tofu scramble. Crispy fried tofu covered in nutritional yeast with lots of vegetables. All that broccoli means it’s healthy, right? They also have a vegan french toast option that’s a rarity around here.
Afterwards, we wandered around the corner to Steady Hand Pour House for coffee. And more patio settin’. That there was a perfect soy cappuccino. Kevin had a mocha made with artisan chocolate made for them by Sugar-coated Radical. This batch had ginger and peppercorns. The mocha was good, but I prefer a little more coffee in my coffee so I usually go with a cappuccino.
Dang it, I feel so bad I haven’t been able to get around and visit more VeganMofo blogs. Today I’m definitely going to try to do a little poking around to see what’s up.