Working at a fancy lifestyle magazine means you always get invited to great foodie events, wine tastings, openings with “dinner by the bite” – you name it. You get spoiled after awhile, and sometimes you get a little blase. (Truffle oil? So last week.)
Mostly, you start yearning for everyday food in an everyday place. And I just got a doozie. I just got back from meeting a writer for breakfast at the Boynton Diner in Sunshine Square in Boynton Beach. We sat in a vinyl booth, there was endless coffee, scrambled eggs, bacon and grits. It was cash only. I can’t remember the last time I went out for a real breakfast on a cold morning. I saw neighbors there, whole groups of people having coffee, reading the paper. It felt like home. And now the Diner (500 E. Woolbright Road, Boynton Beach, 561/364-1819) is open for lunch AND dinner, and even serves adult beverages.
Still, breakfast is one of life’s great small pleasures, and I doubt many of us busy working people ever indulge in it, except on the run. Or we get sucked into an expensive weekend brunch with a wildly confusing array of choices (eggs and a roast beef carving station?). I am in favor of the great American breakfast, and I think I’m going to do this more often. (Plus the Diner offers more breakfast options than you can believe, from scotch eggs to breakfast sliders to quesadillas and an “English fry up.” )
So here’s a plug for the simple things in life. And a great little Friday morning jump start.