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i want to awaken to first awakenings

My mom found a menu from First Awakenings nestled in one of the drawers here.
It had "great bkfst!" scrawled in crayon across the top -- the breakfast lover in me was intrigued.
my first ever eggs benedict
After walking through a mostly deserted tin cannery-turned-outlet-mall, we reached a cheerful little sign hanging over a sunny courtyard. I felt like I had entered some kind of fairy tale oasis among the sea of fluorescent lights and bargain shoes.

I believe there is no requirement that brunch be overpriced or pretentious. The ambiance here is charming and down-to-earth. The waitstaff is cheerful -- feeding both the hungry mouths of locals and visitors with a Californian smile. I kept hearing the staff call some of the local personalities by their first names. 

{my manhole-sized pancake}

They set down a kettle of coffee and milk on the table. Birds danced around the sunny courtyard, trying to snag a piece of pancake or two before the waitress cleared the tables. This is a breakfast lover's paradise. I saw them running out of the kitchen carrying everything from chicken fried steak slathered in gravy to yogurt parfaits sprinkled in wheat germ.

{there's nothing like Californian fruit}

The pancakes are legendary. I ordered the special of the day: peach granola coconut. A big, fluffy, pancake with succulent, caramelized peaches scattered around crunchy granola clusters with chewy, sweet coconut in every bite. I let it absorb the warm maple syrup and sweet churned butter for as long as I could restrain myself before digging in (2.4 seconds).

There is no where in the world I'd rather be in than sitting in a plastic lawn chair under a blue umbrella in a sunny corner of an outlet mall with a pancake the size of a manhole in front of me.

With love,

p.s. First Awakenings was featured on Rachel Ray's $40 a Day!

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all done :)


  1. That granola. Looks. Amazing. This is in Monterey? I feel like you're exploring parts of the west coast I've never seen, and I can't wait to do the same! Also, I love the short anecdote about finding the menu in one of the drawers. It sounds like something from the film Amelie. Bon appetit, hope you're enjoying the sunny weather!

    1. Yes this is right at the end of Cannery Row! You will love it :) I am a total California girl. Thank you -- it is hard not to take the advice of a frantic crayon scribble on the top of a paper menu.

  2. Your "clean plate" photo made me smile :) what a treasure you found.


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