A whole slew of events happened Friday afternoon that turned the day from fine to really, really bad so I wasn’t in the mood to cook my ever so exciting recipe from moi. Instead, we carb’ed up on pizza. Friday’s turn of events had me so upset, that I questioned going to the Hotcake Hustle in the morning. Nick reassured me that we didn’t have to go, but I told him that we were still going to run in the race, although I was 100% not feeling up for it. I’ll fill you in on the catastrophic turn of events eventually, I promise, but for now, just know that I was not having a very good day at all.
The alarm went off bright and early. 7am to be exact, although I had been wide awake since 5am, processing the events from the day before. Nick and I got layered up and headed out to Addison Circle. Dodging through the crowd to find the bag check, we somehow managed to find Drake, an old co-worker of mine. Well, actually, he found us. Drake ran this race the year before and he warned us about the bridge over Midway Road. The race course is a there-and-back kind of deal, so lucky for Nick, he only had to run over the bridge twice. Drake and I were part of the 10K group, so that meant four times over the stinking bridge. Going into the race, I was not too excited about the course. I knew it wasn’t going to be scenic and only a quarter of it would be new “scenery” if you can even call it that, since I’d see it three more times in the loops. The gun shot and we were off. I quickly discovered that on the upside, being where it was, there was a lot of room on the road, so I got moving quickly. Nick took off and I lost him until about a half a mile in. Before I knew it, we were turning around and heading back. I longed to turn off and go to the finish line but instead, I turned around once again and headed back as I waved goodbye to Nick. I just wanted the second loop to be over. There was no mystery left to it and I was bored, but my Nike+ GPS reported back to me a pace that I wasn’t expecting, so I kept pushing through. The Bridge at Midway road didn’t start to bother me until crossing it for the last time. Nick and I had climbed steeper hills and bridges for other races, so my anticipation wasn’t near as bad. But the last crossing of the bridge drained me. I was so over the course. I wanted to stop and walk, but I kept telling myself if I walk, I’ll be mad at myself. I made it over the bridge and was on the home stretch, about half a mile to go! To my surprise, there were a bunch of walkers doing the 5K who were just ahead of me, right before the turn to the finish line. The finish line was in sight and it was time to pick up the speed. Irritated by the band of walkers in my way (like five or six of them), I yelled out (probably louder than I should have) “MOVE”. I got a couple of dirty looks, but hey, don’t take up the whole road as walkers in a race, it’s a pain for those actually trying to run past you, I’m just saying.
So there was the finish line and Nick waiting to capture it all on his phone. (And shoot, I’m trying to upload the video, but it won’t let me, so you all will have to wait to watch it.) The last glance of the clock at the finish line said 57:15. Woohoo, under an hour (and that’s just the unofficial time)! We met up with Drake and his friend at the line for pancakes, but gave up about half way through the line and headed home to see the official time: 56:40! Almost under a 9 minute mile. The icing on the cake for the race was I came in at #13 out of 72 for my age group for the 10K. What an awesome feeling to have done so well. It helps that I just jumped from the 25-29 age group to the 30-34 age group, but heck, I’ll take it!
I treated Nick to one of his favorite dinners for being such a good sport and doing the race with me as well as putting up with me being so upset the day before: Stuffed Peppers Santa Cruz Style, courtesy of Recipes From a Kitchen Garden
And a side salad to go along with the stuffed peppers.
It made for a tasty dinner after a great race.
But wait, it doesn’t end there! More food is in store! Nick tried to trick me to sleep in on Sunday, but as usual, his attempts failed. The trick usually entails closing all the blinds and curtains to make the bedroom super dark. I have a strong internal clock, so I was awake by 7:30, my typical sleeping in time. I try to be kind on mornings when he wants to sleep in by getting out of bed and going to the living room to read or start on some chores, but to my surprise, Nick was wide awake shortly after me. As if Saturday night’s stuffed peppers hadn’t stuffed me to the brim, I asked him if he wanted to go out for breakfast and of course the answer was yes!
We decided on the Coffee House Cafe, a relatively new restaurant that is just down the street from us (but we still have to drive to get there). We’ve been there once before and enjoyed it so we made another go at it. If you live in North Dallas, I recommend you try the Coffee House Cafe. It’s not a chain that is typical of this neck of the woods. The breakfast menu has a lot of interesting items on it, the wait staff is very friendly (thanks for serving us, Georgio!), and the decor is well done- part rustic, part contemporary, all warm and welcoming!
Nick and I started off with drinks. An Irish Coffee for him and a Bloody Mary for me.
Not able to decide what to get, I asked Georgio what he recommended. I took his advice of the Crab Cakes Benedict.
Two crab cakes sat on top pieces of toast and were topped with poached eggs and hollandaise sauce, accompanied with a side of breakfast potatoes. The crab cakes were loaded with fresh herbs. Nick said that the herbs were a little too overpowering over the crab, but I thought they tasted fresh and unique. The dish was very filling and I barely made it through the first Crab Cake Benedict, but Nick was happy to help me finish the second one. (Oh, and in case you are curious, Nick ordered the Challah French Toast Sandwich. That was really yummy, mixing savory and sweet flavors.) I’ve really enjoyed the two visits to the Coffee House Cafe and hope to visit the “neighborhood” joint more often!
Do you have a favorite neighborhood breakfast spot that you frequent? What do you love about the place?