Matt's Big Breakfast
When the thermometer hits the freezing mark, many New Yorkers flee for the Florida beach or the Arizona desert. This kind of logic is how we find ourselves on a plane to Phoenix in the middle of the January chill. The only difference lies in the fact that rather than for some relaxation and Vitamin D, we are heading to Arizona to eat.
We are essentially the vulture version of snowbirds.
|The First of Our 90,000 Cactus Pictures|
|Being Chauffeured Around Gives Us the Chance to Take Some Scenic Highway Shots|
|Toto, I Don't Think We're in Manhattan Anymore|
|"Winter" in Arizona|
|"Do They Come With Tequila?"|
|Looks Kind of Like a Car Wash from a Distance, Don't You Think?|
"Is my face blue?" Ginger asks.
"My sunscreen is supposed to turn blue when UV rays hit it," Ginger explains, whipping out the sunscreen bottle to confirm this fact. What she finds is a berry-blue bottle cap, which had been white just this morning. It seems that the TOP of the sunscreen container turns blue in sun; not Ginger's face.
|Idiocy Lives on in the Desert|
1) we were able to check our own progress on the sign-in pad, and
2) the staff at Matt's Big Breakfast does not dilly-dally -- the service is so quick that it leads to rapid table turnover, despite the scarcity of the tables themselves.
Well played, Matt's Big Breakfast.
|Sun-Drenched Special Board|
|And Meanwhile, Watching Over the Proceedings....|
|Gotta Love a Water Jar|
"Sorry, it's my first time," our friend states, retracting her hand until the proper number of pictures have been snapped.
|Five Hours Later, the First Sip Was Taken|
|Never Before Has Toast Received Such a Warm Welcome to a Table|
"But look at that butter," Ginger defends her toast-centric tastebuds. Indeed, the toast proves to be almost unbearably perfect, both because of the smothered-on butter and the side of berry jam.
|One-to-One Toast-to-Butter Ratio|
|A Bi-Polar Breakfast Plate|
|Pork Chop in the Morning, Pork Chop in the Evening, Pork Chop at Supper Time|
|Three Unexpected Peas in a Pod|
|Vodka Showing Her Maternal Side|
|The Better to Bite You With, My Dear|
"No! It's SO salty," Ginger tries to stop her.
"Is it?!" Vodka asks, clearly having upped her salt tolerance by a few teaspoon degrees over the past year.
Moving onto the waffle, it is quite simply to-die-for.
|In a Word, Wafflicious|
|We Like Anything Sprinkled with Sugar AND Bacon|
|"Quick, Someone Create a Diversion So We Can Lap This Up"|
"Did that just demote them to four stars?" she asks.
But lucky for Matt's Big Breakfast, a bird in the mouth is worth two on the dress.
Matt's Big Breakfast's The Chop & Chick and Waffles: 5 stars*
*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate