Wednesday, October 7, 2015

That Perfect French Toast

It's been ages since I've posted, but I was inspired by my Sunday brunch this past weekend to once again sing the praises of something here in this special place meant for celebrating perfection.  I posted once about Shipley's chocolate filled donuts, in which I disclosed that I am not typically a sweet-toothed girl when it comes to breakfast.  But I must now concede there is another sweet breakfast treat that I have woken up craving on more occasions than I care to admit.  I will say that I, personally, make a mean French Toast.  It's my grandfather's recipe.  And it's pretty damn amazing.  But it was honestly better when he made it than when I do.  Food made by someone else always tastes better, probably because of the dash of love thrown into the mix.  In any event, even though I love my GP's French Toast recipe, today I'm celebrating the French Toast at Yolk in Dallas.  They make it with Challah bread, and it's, well, perfect.  It's soft and warm and a little gooey, with a sprinkle of powdered sugar and maple syrup.  (And their bacon and strawberry orange juice are pretty awesome accompaniments, too).

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