Easter Breakfast

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It's not often I get up early on the weekend. I am notorious for sleeping until noon, so it was a big deal for me to go to breakfast with Mr. Monkey's co-workers on Easter Sunday.

Mind you, I'm a non-practicing-faux-Buddhist-heathen. I had no reason to be up.

But Mr. Monkey promised me the kids would be fun and that I could go back to our free hotel room afterward and sleep to my heart's content afterward.

We met the kids at an old neighborhood fave of ours, Angelique Cafe (850 S. Spring Street, Los Angeles, (213) 623-8698).

You're probably wondering why I keep calling them kids. I think they were all born in the late '80s. One kid is a first-year law student. In contrast, Mr. Mo and I graduated from law school nine and eight whopping years ago, respectively.

Yeesh.

Despite our slowing metabolisms, we geezers maintain rather hearty appetites to the severe detriment to our waistlines. Good for your blog reading. Bad for my pants. I may need to invest in drawstrings soon. Or elastic.

Mom jeans, here I come.

Mr. Mo had the omelette paysanne ($7.95) filled with bacon, Swiss, and potatoes. Salty, cheesy, and delicious.

He supplemented that with a side of homemade breakfast sausages ($3.95). Super juicy and luscious like good sausage should be. [Insert your own "that's what she said" joke here.]

My bacon, Swiss, and egg crepe ($8.95) was almost worth rising before noon. Almost. Hey, I really treasure my sleep on the weekend.


I liked it more than Mr. Mo's omelette. The crepe holding everything together made all the difference.

Newer, more contemporary downtown eateries abound, but Angelique Cafe continues to hold a special place in my sleepy chubby heart.