I've been searching for years!
Can it be there is not a single diner, cafe, breakfast house, waffle hut, pancake cottage, egg and bacon shanty (okay I made a few of those up)
that still has the integrity to make a Monte Cristo?!
As a kid this was a surefire brunch selection. But as the crisp, golden days of my youth slip away I've been ever-seeking to find the elixir of
breakfast ecstasy I once knew.
-Sure you can find any combination of _______ + eggs any style
-build your own omelette
(don't even get me started on the tragic disappearance of Huevos Rancheros, but one thing at a time)
But my beloved Monte Cristos?
I nearly choked with delight seeing it on the menu of a little hole-in-the-wall
I've never visited.
"Are you ready to order?"
But something was wrong, very wrong. What cruel joke of providence was this?
This thing presented to me was NOT a Monte Cristo.
You can't just layer the requisite ingredients together with cold pieces of French Toast and dare to call it the very Mountain of Christ!
What makes this sandwich truly beaming with divinity is the golden deliciousness of a deep-frying and light sprinkling of powdered sugar. I would even
excuse the absence of a side of fruit or jam--but NOT frying the sandwich in a cocoon of batter is sacrilege.
I don't have tolerance for this kind of deceitful bullcorn at my breakfast counter!
Perhaps this restaurant took a page from the book of Dumas
..and so like Edmond Dantes I will have my revenge!
edit on 19-9-2018 by NarcolepticBuddha because: (no reason given)