Brunch is such a sacred meal. Am I right?
Specifically, if it’s a Saturday morning brunch with a dear friend you haven’t seen in a while. It was my first time venturing over to The Press in Pleasanton, CA–per Foursquare’s suggestion (the best app for finding any good food, in my opinion–Yelp, who?).
9.1 out of 10 stars was enough to convince me. My friend, Susanna had heard about it from someone else who too gave it a raving review. It was settled.
I mean, that menu though.
Now, I don’t always bring my camera along, but I’m trying to do this new thing where I just bring it because–why the heck not? I confided to my friend that I felt weird that I was taking pictures of the restaurant and that maybe I should just–you know, not.
Then she was all, “Um, why? It’s free press. Why would they care?”
Um, she was so right. That was enough to convince me!
Luckily, I didn’t get too many weird stares or glances by staff or other customers as I snapped away unashamed.
It was a packed house, as to be expected for any brunch rush, so we were unsure about seating at first. But The Press has a great seating system and it’s a lot like organized chaos. But they do all the work for you. At first, it seemed as though we’d have to fend for ourselves and fight off the other Saturday morning brunchers for a table for two, but luckily for us, The Press doesn’t allow save-sies. Nope, instead they take down your name, give you a number and, rather than you having to grab the nearest empty table amidst the hungry brunch crowds, they’ll find a table and all you have to do is enjoy the ambiance.
Props to you Press Café, props.
I’ll keep this real simple for you all. Three words: MORNING RISE SAMMIE. Get your entire life and order that right away because it’s delicious and not completely what you’d expect. What got me from the start was the runny yokes. I ordered mine over medium because I like runny yokes, but I didn’t want to go overboard, you know? Let’s not get too crazy on a Saturday morning.
Best decision ever.
The tomato jam and aioli on the ciabatta stole the entire show and my tastebuds experienced a sensation I cannot even begin to describe in a mere blog post. You’ll just have to trust me and try this out for yourself. You’re welcome, in advance. If that didn’t get you, try peering over the MENU for more drool-inducing descriptions.
Susanna opted for the Eggs Benedict–I’m sorry–The Press Benedict, because it’s brunch time and we’re extra. I’m not gonna lie to you, I stole a piece. Well, technically she offered it up willingly, but I still felt guilty and enjoyed every second of that savory bite. They gave her a whole piece of thick, Texas-esque toast with hollandaise sauce and the works for this masterpiece. It was unlike any benny I’ve tasted before. Again, you’re so welcome.
If you know me, you know I’m not a coffee drinker. Caffeine and I just do not mix well. Ask any of my friends and they’ll attest to the truth. Take me or leave me. I am what I am. BUT, that all changed on June 2, 2018. I think I’m a coffee person, y’all. Specifically an iced coffee person.
Their Cold Brew was so delicious and smooth, I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. They added some simple syrup to Susanna’s and she said she was pleasantly surprised with her morning brew. She’s is a coffee person, so I’d trust her review over mine any day. It was a smooth, rich taste and I’m definitely going back for one. Is it weird to go in just for the coffee? Nah.
I also might have to go back and get another one of their Strawberry Chocolate Chip Scones though. I know–we definitely splurged on this brunch, but it’s brunch. That’s what you do. This scone was nothing short of amazing. It was every scone, chocolate and strawberry lover’s dream wrapped together in one light, flaky, flavorful pastry. 10 out of 10 would definitely recommend.
I also loved how we weren’t rushed right out the door during the brunch rush. I’m pretty sure that the table next to us switched out at least three or four families between the time we sat down to eat and stood up to leave. The staff was friendly and helpful–the cashier even made some funny small talk, in the midst of the busyness. That says something about a place, don’t you think?
I felt welcomed and well taken care of in that little café. Both Susanna and I had plenty of time to catch up and chat about everything without feeling like we needed to leave right after taking our last bite of scone. We sipped, we laughed, we thoroughly enjoyed.
And that, my friends, is the true meaning of brunch.
If, by now, your salivary glands are just overloading–I’ve done my job. The Press Café really exceeded expectations and changed my life forever. That sounds dramatic, but it’s true. Brunch really is special. It changes lives.
And a brunch experience a The Press Café is one that I would highly recommend you try out, at least once–maybe thrice.
What’s your favorite brunch spot in your neighborhood?
Let me know in the comments below! If you do check out The Press Café, let me know what you think–I think, you’re gonna love it.