The Occasional Joke


Nurse: Patient's name?

Centurion: Marcus Licinius Crassus

Nurse: And his date of birth?

Centurion: 115 BC.

Nurse: All right. And what is he here for?

Centurion: Cataphract surgery.


Saturday, January 15, 2011

Old Haunts

So every time we drive to the clinic, we go past not only our first apartment together, but the old hospital-district breakfast place, Angelo's. We used to go there a lot, when Angelo himself was still around, but haven't been in years -- like 15 or so, maybe. Yesterday, having a quick walk-in event at the hospital and nothing more, we decided to answer the musical question, are there edible Eggs Benedict in Ann Arbor? (The last time I ordered them at the Broken Egg, the sauce was, ironically, broken.)

The answer, yes. Absolutely yes. The hollandaise could have been just a touch more acidic, but the dish overall was delicious, and at 8:30, more or less, on a Friday morning, no wait in line, quick service, and just a generally pleasant experience. Not clear why this sort of frozen-in-time thing pleases me so much (I don't spend a lot of time at the Fleetwood, after all,) but it does. It does.

2 comments:

  1. Decent benedict is hard to find. The best I've ever had was at the Saw Mill Inn in Grand Rapids, Minnesota. Velvety and lemony. Angelo's is off the radar for me. I assume there is no parking and a two hour wait.

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  2. No, parking was instant (although we did get the last space,) and no wait at all. It was 8:30 on a work day, though. Weekend brunch would be brutal.

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