Drowsy run of egg yolk, glistening pieces of fat laden sauteed slices of beef flirting with mushroom and beautifully wilted spinach, freshly baked bread, bountiful greens of impeccable hue, and crisp cubes of perfectly fried potatoes with color reminiscent of golden sunset. It was a beautiful breakfast on a plate. So beautiful that it made my first visit at Malcolm’s Deli located at The Fort almost a communion with the sublime. The experience may be fleeting, but the palatable memories remained ephemeral.
That breezy morning at Malcolm’s Deli, the comforting jolt from freshly brewed coffee prompted me with the fact that breakfast was meant to remind us what our daily ways of survival lured us to forget. Breakfast was that merciful flicker of sustenance before we head for the hunt amidst the meandering chaos we sometimes called life.
Breakfast should always be beautiful. And that morning, it was. Not that it mattered in the grand scheme of human history, but it was a late breakfast disguised as brunch. Nevertheless, it was the breakfast fares at Malcolm’s Deli we feasted on, and sticking with the definite word breakfast could never break a bone. The great company I was with should be given credit for that beautiful morning feast. However, I am confident that no one would disagree if I said that the food deserved majority of the recognition.
