I am not a morning person, never have been. When I was a kid, I used to have to be dragged out of bed by the ankles to get up. As an adult, I have an irritatingly loud alarm that I snooze at least a half a dozen times before dragging myself out of bed, kicking and screaming, hating life. The days of sitting in class sleepy-eyed, the hours spent stuck in heavy unending traffic, or hustling through the early work mornings fighting off the sleepiness (because I’ve always been such a night owl), are probably what made me a morning hater. I can’t fully function or deal with people in the mornings. On days I don’t have to wake up early, it’s often a habit to just sleep in, thankful that I have to deal with all the nonsense.
But as I am getting older, I am starting to appreciate mornings a little more, given that I have the two necessities: coffee and serenity. I find that serenity is easier to come by way early in the morning, especially when I am not on a time crunch. When there’s pressure to fight traffic, get so and so done by so and so o’clock, or having to deal with people in general pre-eating (since I rarely eat breakfast), it’s never fun.
On a day when I have nothing to do and nowhere to go, having the luxury of feeling freedom is when I can actually appreciate the serenity of mornings.
I love the quietness of mornings…the feeling of everyone else in the world being asleep and a far reach from being a distraction. I can only get that delusional feeling when I am home though. Once I step out, the reality of the rest of the world being up kicks in.
My favorite time in the morning is probably around six or seven. Aside from the faint sounds of cars from afar and a few birds going into a symphony of chirp mode, there is no noise. The only noise I like to hear in the morning is probably rainfall tapping on my window.
I’ve tried to cut back on coffee over the years. But on days I am waking up early, coffee is necessary. Without it, I’d never come out of my sleep. The aroma of morning coffee is what I dream about the night before waking up early. Peaceful early mornings are my favorite time to write. A few months ago, I purchased a Ninja Coffee Bar and it’s been helping me cut back on my coffee expenses.
Usually coffee is the only thing I’ll have in the morning. I don’t develop much of an appetite to eat until a certain time. I mean, I get hungry, of course…but it’s like my stomach is still asleep or something and isn’t set to wake up until so and so o’clock.
Like I said, the most I’d usually eat in the morning is cereal, if at all. And stepping out of the house to go out for breakfast? Almost never happens. The last time I went out for breakfast was when I was in Vegas where I had one of the worst breakfasts ever.
I needed to recover from that horrible experience. I suggested to SS that we should do breakfast some time. He’s one of those people that has breakfast every morning. Yeah, I know breakfast is the most important meal of the day, boosts metabolism, starts off your day right, blah blah. But most of the time, I don’t have the stomach for it. But when having morning coffee in the presence of SS, he insists that I eat. I say “no thanks”. He says “it’s not good to have coffee on an empty stomach”. I say, “SO?” He says, “At least have a piece of toast”. I roll my eyes and say, “fine” and give in. I am a stubborn Taurus. But unfortunately, SS is also stubborn. Sometimes, on the little things, it just saves energy to say “fine”.
The breakfast gesture sort of reminded me of how much I love cute little breakfast establishments, which I don’t often get to experience unless I away on a trip or something. I started searching for places to have breakfast in the area. And there were several places that piqued interest. In the end, the winner was Rialto Café, located in Downtown Fullerton.
Rialto Cafe opens at 8a.m. and we got here close to half after. Luckily, we were able to find parking right in front of the place. There were only two tables seated at our time of arrival. It was quiet and empty, the way I like it, making it feel like we came just at the right time.
The café has a quaint and cozy vibe, which I love and look for in a breakfast restaurant.
What I was looking forward to the most about our breakfast adventure was coffee. The food was just extras lol. Yeah, I love coffee more than food in the mornings.
I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night prior (because I was feeding my latest addiction of listening to Youtubers and their storytimes. I can’t get enough of listening to people talk about their “worst date” or ramblings about their Tinder dates, or being cheated on), so I was still half asleep when we got here.
“Mmmm…the coffee is very good,” said SS.
I couldn’t wait to have a taste of mine. I put in one cream and no sugar.
The first sip reminded me of why I didn’t just shut off my alarm and go back to sleep earlier that morning. The two vital requirements for a happy morning, serenity and coffee, were met.
And then the food came. There is a choice of getting a side of either hash browns or breakfast potatoes. We got one of each, hash browns with the breakfast burrito and breakfast potatoes with the Wilshire Omelette. We also got a single order of a buttermilk pancake. I like that they serve single pancakes, because I knew more than that would have been too much.
Their French toast has been raved about on Yelp, and described as “not your average French toast” on their menu. The bread used is a baguette and I can’t imagine eating that as breakfast. I do want to try it some day, but maybe as a dessert item. From looking at it, their French toast looks like a major sugar overload and I wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of sugar high in the morning. But fellow Yelpers described the sweetness as being not too overbearing nor tasting as sweet as it appears to be. It’s baked with mascarpone cheese and served with whipped cream, crème anglaise, and berry compote, – way too sugary for me to eat for breakfast. But I guess they ease on the sugar amount on everything to make it more palatable for the morning stomach. As much as I love sweets sometimes, I just can’t deal with it in the morning. Syrup in pancakes is as far as I’d go (and I put tiny droplettes of it).
Everything was shared. And while I was digging into my share of the dish, I see SS pouring the maple syrup all over the pancake! It was soaking in syrup. Next time, I know to cut my half first before he starts pouring it on.
|the pancake before being drenched in maple syrup, that I was going to drop small droplettes of on my half.|
My favorite item was the breakfast burrito,composed of scrambled eggs, cheese, bacon, black beans, and pico de gallo. SS does not like beans, so I was a bit surprised that he thoroughly enjoyed it, even without picking out the beans.
I can now say that we have finally recovered from our last (horrible) breakfast experience. The bad taste that lingered on our breakfast palate for months has been washed away.
Being that our first breakfast adventure in town was memorable, we look forward to breakfast-ing more regularly…..maybe not too often…maybe once or twice a month.
Here are some of the spots I have in mind to try next….
1000 B E Bastanchury Rd.
Fullerton, CA 92835
11020 Artesia Blvd.
Cerritos, CA 90703
11818 Artesia Blvd.
Artesia, CA 90701
124 N. Euclid St.
Fullerton, CA 92832
9260 Alondra Blvd.
Bellflower, CA 90706