Had a very good breakfast Saturday at Brother Juniper’s, a place that’s not on my morning rotation because I know it gets so busy… but we got there early and only had to wait a few minutes.
Just loved my frittata (open-face omelette loaded with ham and andouille and guac and cheese and pico de gallo), but the raisin toast was what I’m dreaming about. I’ve bought loaves of Brother Juniper bread before and it’s always been dry… I think it’s probably because the loaves were moving quickly enough…
Tasted like Grandma’s home-baked bread… my only complaint: you get just one piece with your $9 breakfast. Sure would be great if they served some of their signature fruit preserves/jam with that awesome toast…
While we’re jamming, I just do not get the attraction of grape jelly! Is it a Southern thing?
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Responses to “Breaking bread at Brother Juniper’s”
April 10th, 2006 at 3:24 pm
For the first 8 of my educational years I was too shy to even stand in line and request my lunch from the lunch lady. So I had peanut butter and jelly every day and it was always grape jelly. Grape is for everyday use and the others are for special occasions. Also, grape goes best with the Fritos that are excellent for extra crunch on a pb & j. And for a delicious but calorically disastrous snack, just mix the pb & j and eat it straight out of the bowl, sans bread. With milk, of course. There, that’s all my thoughts on jelly!
April 10th, 2006 at 4:37 pm
Just a note to say I really appreciate your keeping your blog current. Very interesting. Thanks
April 10th, 2006 at 7:27 pm
blech! I seriously dislike grape jelly. It was my father’s favorite, so until I started living on my own, I had to put up with it. Too bad for my boyfriend, he loves it too, but I won’t buy it!
April 11th, 2006 at 6:19 am
Leslie, buy the raisin bread unsliced. At home slice it thickly to make wonderful French toast.
April 11th, 2006 at 10:05 am
In hindsight, I think grape jelly was sort of our “training jelly” when we were growing up (in the same way that Thousand Island was our “training salad dressing”). For kids like us who would drink only strained orange juice and would stick our tongues out at lumpy mashed potatoes, smooth seedless grape jelly was about as much texture as we could stomach until our sissy-like palates graduated to the more sophisticated pleasures of preserves.
April 12th, 2006 at 4:38 pm
I agree…grape jelly was our grape jelly. I can barely stomach it now, or jelly of any kind. Don’t have the patience for how it rolls around to avoid being spread by a knife and it’s just too sweet. Give me red plum jam or peach preserves any day…
April 26th, 2006 at 4:29 pm
Once upon a time, there was a Brother Juniper’s location in The Pink Palace, but not sure if it’s still there. They didn’t make gyros for lack of a grill, but they did have the various breads. Maybe you could check there to see if they are available by the loaf.
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