The Mist Grill in Waterbury is my favorite place in the whole world for brunch. There were three showings on our place between 11 and 2, so we went to kill some time. Not that I ever really need an excuse to go eat at the Mist Grill. The restaurant is a converted 19th century mill and the waterfall still roars out back. I really cannot adequately describe the atmosphere. There are wooden beams and posts and stone walls and old tea kettles and diningware.
My favorite part about the Mist Grill is that none of the tables or chairs match. Your food is brought out to you on a plate that is completely different from the person next to you and you eat with a jumbled collection of silverware. I never get the same kind of coffee cup when I’m there. This morning my coffee mug had alligators on it and it said “Florida”. Steve’s coffee mug had an artistic design on it.
I ordered an omelete with apples, red onion, and cheddar, which was fantastic. Steve ordered a seemingly ordinary brunch item- french toast. When the french toast arrived, I was amazed how they managed to make even french toast look artistic and out of this world. It was sliced baguettes with maple brulee on top. Watching Steve enjoy his meal and then bask in the afterglow of delectable ecstasy was perhaps the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.
“We could make that,” I said. “A baguette, eggs, butter…”
“And maple brulee,” Steve moaned.
“Yeah, we can figure out how to make that.”
“No, we couldn’t make it as good,” Steve said. “They grind the booties of 17-year-old pop stars and mix it in to make it this sweet here.”
We snicker into our coffee. I wonder if the people at the next table heard us.
“This should have been your last meal.”
Steve nods in agreement and pretends to stab himself with his spoon and says with a british accent, “Because it’s dull, you twit. It’ll hurt more.”
He sits back in contentment. “I can feel it basking in my stomach, a golden maply glow.”
“Just wait until it comes out.”
He nods, “It will be a golden poop. There will be negotiable currency in there.”
We snicker some more. I notice that the dining area is getting rather empty.
After that we went and saw The Ring 2. Eh. Why not make it pretty much like the first one, except have it make no sense and throw in a bunch of stags? Oh and a stereotype of psychiatrists who are pompous and insensitive? I still appreciate though, this new genre of horror movies where there is no blood and it is not a gorefest. It’s just creepy, not gross.
Another sunny day here where the temperatures in the mid-40s feels incredibly warm. Maybe I’ll go for a run.
Mar 20th 2005Uncategorized