Sunday's are reserved for good eats and major ice cream splurges. This Sunday was no exception.
I've been craving a good brunch for a while now. Ever since we've moved to downtown Orlando I've been iching to go try a new trendy resturaunt. After several days (and weeks) of convincing my mom to go to brunch on Sunday, she finally pulled through.
We decided we HAD to give the Artisans Table in downtown Orlando a shot. When we walked in we were greeted by a coffee bar and a dining space (and a huge chalk board full of there AH-Mazing latte flavors). Today was the day I was going to curve my latte craving (and my poached egg obsession).
My mom was contemplating whether to get a Bloody Mary or Mimosa. She went with her gut and got a Bloody Mary- which was just to get liking (she hates a thick Bloody Mary... I would too- I mean it's like your drinking salsa for gods sake). I was hesitant of ordering a latte because wasted calories... WASTED WHAT? I wasn't going to let that get to me so I ordered one. I probably even ordered the MOST calorie dense one. But you know what? IT WAS THE MOST AMAZING DRINK EVER. It was called the Fluffernutter and it was a peanut butter latte with a marshmallow fluff topping. After finishing- *chugging it I knew it was good eats Sunday and I was just getting started.
Honestly choosing what I wanted was one of the hardest decisions I've had this summer. I probably narrowed my list down to seven things. But finally I decided on what I was craving- the Southwestern veggie (don't be fouled by "veggie". It had tons of cheese and home fries.) bowl. My mom couldn't decide either so I made the choice for her. I picked out the egg and chorizo sausage strada with black beans and some kind of cheesy goodness.
Both of our plates were DELISH. Like hands down food porn, EEEEEATS, and- well what ever "food" hashtag your adorned to.
I have a serious poached egg question though, how did they make this egg have THREE layers. Ok so this sounds confusing but I cracked into the white and it lead me into a whole, what I thought was cooked all the way through, yolk. I was sort of disappointed as I suspected there would be some MAJOR yolk pornage. But then my knife got a little deeper into the yolk and the whole thing like instantly turned into this perfect, runny yolk. It was so bizarre. Maybe the cracked the perfect combo of cooked and a runny yolk. I felt like I had open the gates of Narnia or something.
After all that drama and confusion- the waitress blessed me with some sriracha. Because what's better than eggs and a hot chili sauce?? The bowl o got had 2 poached eggs, home fries, queso blanco, roasted bell peppers, onions, and mushrooms. All my favs in one HUGE bowl.
My moms strada was on fleek. It tasted like a big savory cake full of black beany goodness.
After devoring our food, my mom and I still had some serious time to kill. So we sat there. I suggested she try a mimosa, and what ended up as an idea turned to 2 glasses. She got a Pineapple Violet mimosa (which is totally not her- but she LOVED IT). I don't drink- well I CAN'T drink... But I tried a sip and boy, if I was twenty one I'd be drinking those until I got drunk off of them (which I'm guessing is pretty hard- it really was mostly juice and like a quarter champagne). It reminded me of sparkling apple cider with a trace of tropical paradise and a floral touch that sealed the deal.
As I kept pouring more water into my cup (secertly pretending it was some kind of sangria or something) my mom and I just went on and on and talked for a good hour, until we were ready to hit up the movie theaters. (Spoiler: Vacation was HILARIOUS.)
When the movie was over (around 5) we weren't hungry for dinner. And we actually planned on just getting froyo later that night. After a good shower and multiple episodes of carnival eats on the Cooking Channel, I decided I needed food. BUT GUESS WHAT- my dad refused to get me and my mom froyo. "It's to far".
So here it comes. The request to eat FULL FAT, FULL DAIRY GELATO. I was nervous- BUT ITS SUNDAY. I DESERVE IT. So what did me and my mom do? We CRUSHED. An entire pint of pistachio gelato.
We were still hungry. I was really craving more so what better to do then walk up to my local 7/11 and get us ANOTHER pint to share. I grabbed my dads credit card and headed up in my pjs and messy bun. I may have looked like a total wreck to those enjoying dinner on a beautiful evening, but it was worth it. UNTIL- THEIR CREDIT CARD MACHINE WAS BROKEN. I wasn't going to let that stop me. I wanted- NEEDED that ice cream and I wasn't going to let some "no credit cards please" sign stop me. I'M AN INDEPENDENT WOMEN FOR GOD'S SAKE. I sprinted (literally.) back to my house, grabbed 20 bucks, and sprinted BACK to the 7/11. I even caught myself running all the way to the icecream section (#savage). There it was. No talenti gelato stood in front of me. It came down to my most feared food- Ben and Jerry's (even though it's truly my favorite.) I dialed up my mom and asked what flavor. She couldn't decide what flavor, red velvet or chocolate fudge brownie. So I picked both of them up. I paid, SPRINTED BACK home, and popped those suckers in the microwave so their consintency would represent a blizzard- nice and soft. I ran upstairs to my parents bedroom (where we were gladly splitting our first pint and watching the cooking channel) and gave my mom both to try. Ironically she picked the chocolate brownie (since she loves red velvet) But even more ironically I picked the red velvet (which just really tasted good to me). So no more of the sharing nonsense, we each had our own pints. I sucked my down, but at the half way mark my body was literally telling me to stop before I throw it all up. Same with my mom. We were both so full, I contemplated whether or not to put a trash can by the bed (I've never been so "food drunk" in my life. I was so food drunk infact- I actually think I may have discovered what a hangover feels like. I would like to personally apologize for anyone who's gone through a REAL hangover. You deserve a medal.)
UPDATE: it's been an hour and my stomach is probably the size of Kate Gosslins when she had her six twins- BUT it was worth it.
And hey- tomorrow is vegan detox Monday. That's what matters right?
After today, I feel like me and my mama are Lot closer. I love sharing my time with her and Having a good laugh. As what she would say, "IT'S GOOD EATS. And besides, the damage is already done:)"