“I’d like my eggs poached. Not runny on the inside. More cooked, please.”
Tammy: “Does she always order her eggs that specifically?”
Becca: “Yes, and so does her mother.”
Until that moment, I had neglected to realize that (a) I am anal and (b) the apple does not fall far from the tree. Does this apply to my brunching, too? Apparently.
The three of us were sitting under an umbrella on the sidewalk outside Peacock Café in Georgetown. Tammy and Becca had just cycled there from Arlington, and I had just finished an 18-mile run (in preparation for the marathon in October). Gosh, aren’t we healthy things? And on a Saturday morning, no less.
Yes, the weather is just so lovely these past few weeks, we’ve been scrimping on the Friday night cocktails in lieu of waking up early on Saturdays for fitness’ sake. So what, we thought, could replenish us from our early morning efforts? But a juice bar, of course. A juice bar and a Happy Day Brunch.
Peacock Café boasts Washington’s first full-service fresh fruit and vegetable bar. I’m a smoothie aficionado (what better way to get a boost post-run?), but I’ve always thought Washington is lacking in serious juice stops. We all ordered various smoothies—the Café (banana, strawberry, honey and milk), the California (apple, banana, and strawberry), and the Mango Tango (banana, mango, orange and pineapple) —and we inhaled them almost immediately. My Mango Tango? I’ll tango any day.
But back to my very particular poached eggs. Due to my ordering limitations (read: non-carnivorous options), Becca conceded the Peacock Eggs Chesapeake to yours truly. I’m glad she did. The eggs were poached to my liking and the Benedict was lovely—non-mushy ciabatta bread (crucial), lump crab meat, and a light amount of sauce.
Tammy needed carbs for her ride, so she went for the corned beef hash. It was a good balance of corned beef, potatoes and poached eggs, cooked with fresh herbs and served in a skillet. Besides mentioning it was delicious, and scarfing it down, she was a little too preoccupied with her body aching to give us further description. (Tammy would like us to mention here that she rode all that way on a Huffy cruiser with no gears. At one point during the ride she knocked over a metal railing and staggered into the grass in dramatic exhaustion.)
Becca had the steak and eggs. I guess she needed her protein for the ride up Rock Creek Park that was to follow brunch (yes, they continued on). It was two chunks of strip loin with two eggs over easy. And fries. Lord, did I mention the Peacock fries? Thin and crispy, not greasy, but perfectly delicate for a brunch side. It was a nice stray from home fries or potato wedges.
Our waiter was cute and blonde and foreign. And did I mention helpful? He recommended dishes and stayed attentive throughout our meal, even though we were outside on the far corner, lapping up the sun and relaxing from our exertions.
They actually call their brunch The Peacock Happy Day Brunch. It was, indeed, a happy day brunch.
The Bitches say: A, no-frills good food, good ambiance, who could ask for more? Provided the sustenance these biking & running bitches needed!
3251 Prospect St. N.W.