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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,
Erica

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

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  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!

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    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.

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

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