This is why I love Wilde Roast Café

I know, I know! Where the hell have I been? Bad local interest blogger! Bad!! Someone should spank me with a cricket bat. Seriously.

In short, I’ve been a little distracted lately, freaking out while finishing old business, freaking out while starting new business, eating my body weight in frozen pizza, getting almost no exercise, gaining five pounds and, not surprisingly, suffering from nasty insomnia.  Oh and by the way, I have no confirmed paying work anywhere in my immediate future. No biggie. I can always go back to DJing Monday to Thursday at the Skyway Lounge.

Seeing as how the country is about to collapse five different ways and we’ll be reduced to mob rule and a barter system where soy beans and cute travel writers are the main currency, I’ve been spending what little there is of my savings by eating out a lot this past week, including a second, long-overdue trip to Wilde Roast Café.

Last time I was at this place, I predicted painful, gut-wrenching bouts of indecision at future visits, what with Brasa being only steps away and both places serving up sammiches that I’d knock down a wall of puppies to get at. But that internal struggle was moot at 10 o’clock this morning, because only Wilde Roast serves breakfast and anyway I’m not sure I could choke down a plate of beef at that hour no matter how long it was marinated in cognac and Italian dressing.

I was in the mood for something sweet and the Crème Brûlée French Toast took that craving and head-butted it right into whimpering submission. It was almost too pretty to eat actually: a golden brown, doughy slice of bread the size and shape of a cobblestone, with peach slices, whipped cream, toasted pecans and maple syrup.  My companion got the equally gorgeous and savory looking Breakfast Burro, a colorful herb tortilla wrapped around scrambled eggs and cheese with salsa, sour cream and a choice of adding ham, sausage, bacon, black beans, fresh tomato or avocado.

The menu at this coffee shop-cum-café is surprisingly long and glorious. The Trinity College Tuna Melt that I greedily consumed the last time I was here was even prettier than my French Toast and it did intriguing things to the purple part of my tongue. The fireplace, cozy furniture and free wi-fi routinely lure people here for informal meetings or simply to spread out and establish a makeshift workspace, with frequent breaks for drinks and snacks. I’m so gonna write my memoirs here.

“We were somewhere around Albert Lea, nearing the Iowa border, when the Mountain Dew and six bean burritos began to take hold. I remember saying something like ‘I think I’m going to do the double eject, if you catch my drift.’ My mom said ‘Shut your pie hole or you’re sleeping in the car again!'”

All we need now is a light rail line from my building directly into southeast Minneapolis. Or maybe I could get Master Blaster to give me a ride in his Super-Charged Death Tractor. I’d man the machine gun turret, obviously.

Wilde Roast Café
518 Hennepin Ave. E
Minneapolis
Tel: 612.331.4544

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