I'll never forget the first time I ate a breakfast sandwich. I was 21.
Wait, what? Yeah. I know. Somehow I had managed to get through most of college without that most essential cure for a rough morning: a breakfast sammy. It wasn't that I didn't like eggs.. or was lactose intolerant.. or in some diet war with carbohydrates...I just didn't think I liked them. Now that, my friends, is a whole separate issue. How is it that we go through life judging foods without experiencing them? It makes no sense, and yet I still find myself claiming not to like foods that I've never actually eaten. It's just ridiculous. Let's move on.
Back to the story. My gang of college girlfriends and I stumbled out of our Spring Break hotel room and into the lively streets of Key West. Dodging the catcalls of still drunk frat boys, we made our way to a small cafe, somehow resisting the sweet aroma of doughnuts next door. One-by-one, my friends sidled up to the counter and placed their identical orders of egg and cheese on a bagel. I'm still not sure if it was sheer curiosity or some perceived peer pressure, but when it came down to me, I ordered the same. When our matching breakfasts finally arrived, I hesitantly took a bite, fully expecting it to bite me back. But somehow, I was hooked. It was so simple — a plain slice of american cheese melted on a carbohydrate of your choice, topped with an egg. What's not to love?
Since then, my love for the breakfast sandwich has only grown stronger. These days I go one of two ways to get my fix: I'll make a simple sandwich at home, or head to Cheapside Cafe for a more decadent version. Either way, it's a perfect way to treat yourself to an indulgent breakfast on the weekends.
Cheapside Cafe
I hate to play favorites, but Cheapside has my heart.
I often go on Sundays for lunch and, depending on my mood, I either indulge in a breakfast sandwich or order a granny smith salad. I'm always torn, but never disappointed. That salad is delightful. It's a towering mound of leafy greens tossed with crisp green apple, golden raisins, pecans and a creamy cider vinaigrette. Throw in a cup of their perfectly tangy, rich tomato soup, and you're in business. However, there are those days when a salad just won't cut it. On those days, the breakfast sandwich at Cheapside is the perfect indulgence. Just the other day I was there with some friends and they both ordered breakfast sandwiches. The inner health nut in me was about ready to order a salad, but when it was my turn at the counter I said, "I'll take the breakfast sandwich, please". Is it peer pressure? Is it a hangover? Is it just the draw of hot cheese yet again? We may never know. But here's what I do know, the breakfast sandwich at Cheapside is heavenly. It has pimento cheese (whoah), bacon, and a fried egg served between two slices of buttery, toasty, seedy multigrain bread. It is not your average "egg and cheese".
At Home
I like to keep it simple.
It's a homemade version of what you might get at the sandwich shop down the street. I feel like most of you will have one of two reactions: "Wow, innovative (sarcastically)" — or — "That needs bacon". But hey, I said I like it simple. Here's what I do:
- Grab a carb — I'm partial to bagels — and toast it.
- Fry an egg, flip it over and give the yolk a poke so it is semi-runny, semi-hard.
- Slap a slice of cheese on each side of your freshly toasted carb of choice, put it (cheese-side-up) in a pan on the stove over medium heat and cover it with a lid for 30 seconds or so until it melts.
- Salt and pepper your egg before you close up the sandwich. If you have avocado — I highly recommend a few slices.
- Sit down with your cup of coffee and smile because you get to enjoy a great breakfast sandwich — and you didn't even have to change out of your PJs.