The Mrs. and I decided one Sunday that breakfast was in order. As we discussed where to go, time passed and lunch approached. But alas, we weren't hungry for lunch. What's a yuppie to do? Go eat brunch. And how do ultimate yuppies brunch? At the Modern Art Museum...but of course.
I'm actually watching Frasier right now to get in the mood to type.
We went to Cafe Modern after hearing numerous good reviews, including the one from frequent reader/commenter Stephanie, regarding the tiramisu pancakes. So off we dashed into the world of latte's, bellinis and Burberry carmats.
If you haven't been, Cafe Modern is inside the Modern Art Museum and overlooks the water and the new development at University and 7th. It's the prime place to plan your next shopping trip to Northpark. But let me tell you, even if you choose to purchase your dirty rags you call clothes at the gap or whatever hole you people shop at now, you can still enjoy Cafe Modern (although you'll no doubt ruin it for me).
We started off with a bread basket. For many people, this means buttered rolls. At Cafe Modern, this includes little muffins (we call them muffinnettes) and scones. Yes, the want-to-be-well-to-do eat scones at every meal. You should be so lucky. The Mrs. also had a mimosa. I wanted one of the flavored ones but was concerned about the impact on my masculinity. So instead I noshed on my scone and sipped my iced tea.
If you've been a reader for awhile, you're aware of the fact that I consistently out-order my wife. Unfortunately my streak has ended. Twice in a row, I have been out-ordered (Yucatan and Cafe Modern). I opted for the cuban sandwich with a side of soup. She opted for the tiramisu pancakes. I was wrong. She won.
The cuban sandwich was delicious and the soup (Caldo Gallego) may have tasted exactly like its supposed to. However, I can't imagine why anybody would intentionally make a soup that tastes like burnt. Just burnt. Creamy, orange burnt. I imagine it is what University of Texas alums drink before each game. The sandwich was fresh with nice crispy bread and was well proportioned. But it was brunch. I should never have ordered a sandwich at brunch. The ladies at the Junior League will be teasing the Mrs. about this faux pas for months.
She ordered the tiramisu pancakes. They did not come in a little tiramisu dish. But they definitely had all the right flavors. Plus it came with a side of bacon. So, obviously I lost on the side plate alone. How can anything beat bacon? The pancakes not only had good flavor, they were also fluffy and perfectly cooked (no burnt pieces). The pancakes also come with marscapone cheese (similar to cheddar, but with a completely different flavor, texture and smell) and kahlua syrup. It all made for a delicious meal which was perfect for a brunch time yuppie.
So, all in all, it was a wonderful meal that solved that problem of what to do when you've missed breakfast but aren't ready for lunch. And it gives us something to laugh about at our next coffee shop meeting, a la Frasier, Friends, Seinfeld, etc.
If you go, please let me know if there is something that's better than the pancakes. I need to catch up and out-order.
If you don't drive a volvo, let me know where you park so we don't run into each other. Those awkward moments at the door make it so difficult to stomach my meal. Enjoy.