Isn’t it strange how you can do something you have done in ages, only to have it happen again the very next day?
Saturday, we went out for brunch, and Gail had the chilaquiles, for the first time in a year or two. Sunday, we went out and there they were on the menu yet again, and yet again she ordered them.
This time, we were at Bridges, in Danville. We went out to brunch with Keith and Jan Gunn, and then to the local theater.
Bridges has dining inside and out, and this was a beautiful Sunday afternoon, but Keith was distressed by the way the piano player was playing a certain chord–he knows his music. The entire discussion was far, far over my head (my musicological knowledge begins and ends with Every Good Boy Does Fine), but it was no sacrifice to eat inside Bridges beautiful facility.
Most restaurants put out bread–Bridges put lovely little cubes of corn bread on the teable:
How do you know you’re getting old? When the waitstaff don’t recognize the name of your musical heroes. Our waitress didn’t know who Linda Ronstadt is, or why we thought she looked like her:
On to the chilaquiles:
Bridges actually offers a “chilaquiles scramble”, with everything scrambled into a couple of eggs. It wasn’t quite the classical presentation, but Gail pronounced it every bit as good as the day before, and left no leftovers.
I said we were there with Keith and Jan, here they are:
Keith had the Sunday brunch standard, Eggs Benedict. There isn’t anything special about this presentation, it’s just your basic perfect.
I went the more modern, California route. A cabbage and soba noodle salad with grilled prawns. The salad was great, the prawns were overseasoned and salty. Which didn’t stop me from eating them. The salad reminded me of Linda Bandler’s special salad–I wonder if they stole it from her?
Prices are reasonable for an upscale meal–this isn’t Denny’s, but you definitely get full value for your money.
Good food, ably served by the lovely Maria, in a beautiful surrounding, enjoyed with your friends. What more could you ask of life?
it’s 7:48 ayem in jersey and all i have to look forward to is coffee and toast. it seemed fine until i read this. great review. she didn’t know who linda ronstadt was? yeeesh!
Those photos are making me very, very hungry…