St. Arnold’s breakfast makes a believer out of me
I like to make my own breakfast; I don’t like to go out for breakfast. I know, I know, it’s weird… and neurotic! Everyone loves going out for breakfast! …except me. That said, I love to brunch – you know, with bottomless mimosas and a big group of friends. But when it comes to just going out to eat for breakfast, I’d rather spend my money on dinner.
Zan loves going out for breakfast, and he has been sorely disappointed with my lack of interest in it (“babe, I can make scrambled eggs even better, right here, for free, and we don’t have to put on pants!” = our conversation every Saturday morning). So when I woke up yesterday morning hankerin’ for a Belgian waffle (I blame it on friends discussing them the night before!), he practically whistled and skipped on our short walk to St. Arnold’s Mussel Bar.
The Belgian bar on Connecticut Ave. is a local favorite for their namesake, mussels. However, they’ve expanded their hours and menu to include brunch. It’s a narrow space with a shallow patio that’s open when it’s a little warmer. Service is friendly and quick.
You won’t find fresh squeezed juice here or a lengthy list of eggs Benedict options. St. Arnold’s offers a handful of options, including a waffle burger that I saw but couldn’t imagine how to eat! You can also get a regular burger, a Belgian breakfast, a traditional English breakfast, complete with bangers (I just wanted to say bangers), and several more options. All of their food is made fresh in house.
Z & I decided to split “The Drug Opera,” a grilled (thick) ham and Gruyere sandwich on crostini, topped with 2 fried, over easy eggs, served with breakfast potatoes and a side salad. We opted to sub out the potatoes for their famous hand cut frites (I was dying to try them; I’m such a sucker for great fries!). We ordered a Belgian waffle with powdered sugar and handmade whipped cream to share, as well.
The waffle is perfectly done – it’s so fluffy, you barely need to cut into it with a fork for it to separate. The whipped cream is light and has a zesty, lemon note to it. And y’all. The sandwich. Oh, that Drug Opera sandwich. It’s as incredible as the individual ingredients. I’m still daydreaming about it today. The frites are impressive – not too salty, well-seasoned and truly homemade. The garlic aioli served alongside them is nothing short of addictive.
We skipped the alcohol and truly enjoyed breakfast out. I’ve never been so happy to be proven wrong.