Actually, I may not be quite over the fact that I dished out $13 on an avocado toast that would probably approximate to the under $2 range when made at home, but let’s just go with Bob and imagine that every little thing is going to be alright.
It should be clear by now that there are few things that stroke my fancy, and somehow, when I spot avocado toast on a menu, I get a little anxious and fluttered. Lightheaded almost. And probably as anxious as I felt the morning I took the SAT’s, since in reality, I want to try something else on the menu, but I have a soft spot for this thing. And sometimes, I do end up trying another entrée and than the whole time I fantasize about owning this freaking thing, and than it’s just another rough patch in my brunch life.
It’s perhaps bizarre, since anyone with half a brain cell can toast a piece of bread, mash up some avocado, work in some olive oil, sea salt and sporadic pepper flakes and call it a day. I am acknowledging that I understand that.
Now that I’ve gotten the basics out of the way, can we please discuss this work of art from Two Hands? The side of roasted tomato is a nice treat; I haven’t stumbled upon that accessory yet on my avo-toast crawls. Fried eggs are necessary. Then, it’s all about the bread. Seriously, no one actually buys those hearty, thick-as-a-book loafs of bread for their home, right? I would imagine people stick to cardboard Wasa crackers and flat as paper 50-calorie slices? If you regularly buy challah, I hate you.
I would just like to note that this coffee shop is two steps from my apartment, and that is more frightening than the fact that the fire escape stairs lead directly to my pillow.