Like many foods deemed appropriate for breakfast, French toast (well, good French toast) is inherently indulgent. Take some thick slices of bread—preferably of the fluffy, eggy sort—soak in an egg-milk-sugar bath, pan-fry the saturated slices, and serve with maple syrup/butter/whipped cream/jelly beans/what have you.
But sometimes, you want more than that. Sabrina's Cafe fills the void in your French toast-loving heart with their Stuffed Caramelized Challah French Toast. It's like a gigantic sandwich...made of fluffy French toast bricks...cemented together with a thick layer of sweet cream cheese goo.
Unfortunately, the bread was a bit on the dry side and would've benefited from being allowed more time to bathe in a milky egg solution. But at least there was an excessive amount of cream cheese filling and maple syrup to provide some moisture. And sugar.
When Alex said we should split an order of the French toast, my first reaction was of skepticism. But damn—half an order is a lot (and considering a whole is $9.79, it's a great deal), more than one person needs to eat in one sitting. If you're eating by yourself you should be able to just order half (as a lone diner next to us did). If you're eating with a friend, I'd suggest splitting a half-order of the stuffed French toast along with something else between the two of you; you wouldn't want your taste buds to get sick of eggy bready cream cheesy goodness.
We supplemented our French toast bombs with deep fried sticks of sweet potato dusted with confectioners sugar. Because that's its natural pair. In the wild tundra of Breakfastland. They were quite good, as sweet potato fries tend to be—or as most deep fried starchy things tend to be. I must admit that I usually go for regular fries over sweet potato because sweet potato tend to be less crispy. These were probably mid-crispy; didn't provide much crunch, but they weren't limp.
AND THEN WE ATE MORE...no wait, we took a break.
...Which involved walking back to Alex's apartment and passing Broad Street...
...And this scarred building...
...And this old, lovely looking wee building ominously taken over by a new huge-ass complex of some sort.
When we got back to his apartment, we killed some time by doing what we do best: SURF THE INTERNET. (Ignore the unhinged closet doors.)
And then we continued to eat beyond our bodies' needs by going to Monk's Cafe where I couldn't help but get a burger to follow up on the previous night's burger. I ordered the Antwerp topped with sottocenere truffle cheese and shitake mushroom. Medium rare, as always.
The juicy patty was a great improvement over the previous night's—it had flavor!, salt!, beefiness!—but the bun was terrible. Where a regular squishy burger bun should've been was a rather dense and dry ciabatta roll that did nothing to complement the meat, but did everything to obscure it. My first tactic to defeat the bun was to remove the top and eat my burger open-faced, but after a while I ended up removing the bottom as well and just eating the meat for an unintentionally Atkins-style meal. Meat = good! Bun = makes boppy cry.
The skinny fries were good—not especially great or bad. I am a lover of most deep fried things, after all.
Something worth noting, as Monk's has about a bagillion beers (because that's their specialty...um, yeah), is that they had a beer that I didn't find entirely unpalatable! (For any new readers, you should know that I don't like the taste of alcohol. Really don't like it. And I've tried many an alcoholic beverage.) After taking a sip of Alex's Flemish sour ale, my first impression was of lemon-flavored soda...mixed with beer. Would I crave it? Hell no. But if I had to order a beer at gunpoint, I'd be alright with it.
After writing about Monk's burger on AHT, I have an arsenal of burger recs to check out on my next visit to Philly. The marriage of awesome patty-to-bun will be found.
Shortly after burgering, I sadly left the city of Alex and Brotherly Love and returned to New York. Methinks I didn't eat much for dinner that night.
A Day of Pork and Beef from DiNic's and Royal Tavern
Sweets in Philadelphia: Capogiro and Miel
Philly Day 3: Brunch at The Pink Rose, and a Good Dog Burger
Philly, Day 2: Breakfast Pizza, a Most Awesome Brunch Sandwich from Morning Glory Diner