Toad in the Hole

September 19, 2005

Everybody! Everybody!

You can't do it until next weekend, but waste no more time than you have to. Do what we did this morning. Go to Memphis Minnie's Barbeque on lower Haight Street in San Francisco and have brunch.

This isn't your standard eggs Benedict. I got smoked-pork hash, made with sweet potatoes and laid on a bed of Minnie's standard wonderful sweet-and-sour greens. It looked burnt. It was not burnt; it was perfect, an incredible combination, intense, filling, addictive, complicated crunchy and tender... OK, I want some more, now that I can think about food again.

Joe had what's listed as Low Country Shrimp and Grits. The shrimp tastes fresh and snappy (no shells) and the grits are cheese grits. Joe used to have family in Savannah that he visited often when he lived in Georgia; he's had good Low Country food to compare this to, and his own cheese grits are the food the gods would deserve if they behaved better. He was very very happy with his shrimp and cheese grits this morning, and when we swapped plates I was too. Also vice versa, with my hash. Oh yeah, nice li'l corn biscuit too, fresh fruit garnish, good coffee.

I've eaten various home-cooked meals with his family over the last 25 years and dragged a copy of Roadfood around the US and parts of Canada by way of dining guide, and I think I can vouch for this stuff myself.

Cheese grits doesn't sound promising if you haven't had them. Or it. Whatever. I'll leave the question "Is 'grits' plural or are 'grits' singular?" for another time. When Joe makes them (and evidently when Minnie's chef makes them) they're a lot like souffle. The recipe involves eggs, lots of butter, and cheese. They're probably very bad for you. You don't care, when you're eating them. ("Two eggs, a stick of butter, a cup of cheese, a cup of grits; cook grits till no longer runny, mix in the rest, put in hot oven" just to summarize. "Should be enough for six" but...)

There's other stuff on the menu, like pain perdu and, oh, I forget. We're talking serious Southern breakfast here, though. I didn't bother memorizing it because we'll be going back for more and I can read it again. Holy jumping Jehosaphat Christofferson that was good. Oh my.

What are you waiting for? Get over there. If you're in Alabama, I bet you could get there by 9AM Saturday when they open if you start driving now.

Posted at September 19, 2005 02:33 AM


Would you believe that I dislike grits AND greens?! Don't care much for cornbread either, unless it's prepared "yankee style" (with sugar). Maybe they dropped me here from a space ship. :)

Posted by: Rurality at September 19, 2005 03:48 AM

Scanless! (faints)

Posted by: Ron at September 20, 2005 05:56 PM