I’m kicking myself for not bringing my camera with me on my first night out. My friend’s family owns this amazing ranch in the country. That night, there was this amazing party in the barn on site, complete with live band, mason jars, bonfire, the works. The evening was cool and crisp, hailing the onset of autumn in the Midwest. Although I don’t have pictures from this party, I snapped a few of the farm later on.
The next day, L and I went out for lunch at another local restaurant called The Railcar. It was highly spoken of, so imagine our surprise when we arrived at a (forgive me, L) rundown strip mall.
The exterior left a lot to be desired.
As you might expect, though, the effect of walking inside was a lot like cracking open a geode. The outside may be dull but the inside is shockingly beautiful. One of the main dinning rooms was divided down the middle by a wooden wall with windows, giving the effect of dinning on a train. Dark colors, chic lines, comfortable seating and walls made of exposed wood and vintage photos defined the rest of the interior.
The menu speaks for itself. Its both overwhelming and not. Its not a long menu, merely one page. But of the two dozen or so items, you’ll want to try every one of them. We were fortunate enough to still be within their brunch hours, and had a very VERY hard time picking which plates we should eat.
While we waited, the restaurant brought out house made croissants with whipped butter. There are no pictures because L and I inhaled them before the thought even crossed our minds!
L and I being the unapologetic food sluts that we are decided on a family style brunch and ordered three breakfasts. At one point she looked at me and said, “Do you think the waitress thinks we’re crazy?” “No”, I said. “She probably thinks we’re her people!”
So here’s what we ordered:
- Nutella French Toast: crème brûlée, strawberry, fresh whipped cream, local honey
- Croque Madame: gruyere cheese, ham, free-range egg, tomato hollandaise, whole grain mustard, brioche, crispy onion, crispy potato
- Chilaquiles: fresh corn tortilla, al pastor, cheddar cheese, free-range egg, roasted chicken, house salsa, red onion, avocado, crème fraîche
Really truly, the best thing we ate there was the Croque Madame. It was so creamy and rich. Splitting it with a friend was the right way to go. And for your viewing pleasure, a perfectly poached egg being punctured. Come on, that has to be one of the most gratifying things to watch. Amiright?