#1 The struggle to get Brunch

I've thought about blogging for awhile now. I always thought nobody would be interested, but after reading many blogs recently, I figured I have as much to muse about as everyone else. The name of my blog is Needleless Chatter which is obviously a pun. I love to do needlework - knitting at the moment, but have also done needlepoint, counted crosstitch, embroidery and some sewing. A blog is basically chatter and I can't knit and type at the same time, ergo Needleless Chatter - cute huh?

This will never be a single topic blog- more musings about what happens to be on my mind at the time. It might be needlework, it might be current events, it might be about relationships, today it is about brunch - or perhaps the struggle to get brunch.

Ever want to go grab something quick after Church on a Sunday? We tried that today without a lot of success. There is a new breakfast/brunch/lunch place in town that will remain nameless. The first time we went on a Sunday, it was still Season in Sarasota. Season means that the population is inflated by the presence (much appreciated by the way) of folks who are only in Florida for the winter - or perhaps six months and a day so that they can claim residency here. We expected a wait and we did wait - for a short time. The service was prompt, the food was good - not stupendous, and the scones were great! So, when we had to choose a place to go this morning, we decided to try again and take our son who just returned from college and had never been there before.

The wait to get a seat wasn't too horrible, the server took our order promptly, and then the wait began. One of the things that I like about going out to breakfast or brunch is that none of the food is difficult to make - it should come out of the kitchen pretty fast. I think the most complicated thing about our order may have been the poached eggs for my son's Eggs Benedict. I happened to overhear a different server tell the guests at one of her tables that the cause of the delay was a lack of clean plates because they had been so busy. These people are running a restaurant - you don't run out of plates! We were able to read almost the entire Sunday paper in the 50 minutes that we waited for our food. My husband's order included pancakes and mine included toast. His pancakes arrived but not my toast. No butter or syrup was provided. We asked about the toast, the butter and the syrup and were told, "no problem, we will get it". The butter and syrup arrived and were told that the toast was in the toaster. Huh? We were finished with our meal when the toast arrived. I'd like to think that perhaps this debacle of a meal was because today is a Sunday and they are busier than usual. I'm still debating whether to give them a chance for redemption during the week but have decided that for brunch, I'm sticking with the tried and true.