Crowded Cakes

Leave it to Portland, an enormously popular hotbed of foodies and kitschy food establishments, to come up with a breakfast spot where the customer actually makes their own food.  And, to top it all off, it's so immediately popular that the wait to get in is was too long and we gave up and went down the street to the good ol' standby, Cricket (a breakfast place where they actually hire cooks and servers).  Don't get me wrong, I'll be the first to say that Slappy Cakes, where the griddle is built into your table and what you order is pancake batter that you cook yourself, sounds like a whopping good time.  And we decided we will definitely go back, but maybe later in the afternoon next time (happy hour?  they do serve drinks!).

Instead, like I said, we ended up at Cricket.  Tried and true.  We had delicious goat cheese omelets and eggs benedict.  Elliot sat in a restaurant high chair and seemed to enjoy drinking water out of his Mama's glass, both of which were firsts.   He also got a foot massage while he nursed.  We made friends with (read: Elliot wooed) the ladies sitting next to us, one of which will be having her first baby on Tuesday.  So that was very exciting.  We all ate Party O's for hors d'oeuvres.

But the funniest part of the whole outing is how un-photogenic I think all of the pictures ended up.  Not terrible, just a little...off.  And I didn't take 127 shots of each thing, like I usually do.  Nope, just a couple random pics of us at Cricket.   Oh, and we did have one delicious oatmeal pancake that we all shared. The cook made it for us in the kitchen.  But you'll have to take my word for it, because I forgot to take a picture of it.

All in all, it was a perfect Saturday morning.