The table was set with eclectic salt & pepper shakers and bamboo-shaped cutlery which was quite pleasant to the eye and the touch. The shape of our coffee cups was subjected to much discussion; everybody wanted to call them triangle but I insisted that the rounded edges disqualified it from anything with an angle in the name. Nobody really cared as much as I did, and most of our party stuck with triangle.

We all learned together that sipping out of the flat side of the cup and not out of a rounded corner led to wet streaks and dripping, much like the cream containers did. When our food arrived, everything was on gigantic platters.

I ordered the “Big bamboo,” which featured three meats and extra pancakes. The ham was thick and obviously sliced in the back, which was very satisfying. The other two meats took a different attitude towards quality however, in that a) the sausages were breakfast links (albeit fat ones) and b) nobody could identify the additional flavours attached to the bacon. The two strips of attractive-looking bacon had an almost fishy taste to them, which was a definite turn-off.

Although, as I said, it was confusing. It wasn’t a blatant scales-on-the-fat taste, but a more subtle and unidentifiable flavour, completely unreminiscent of pork. Hmmm. It caused nobody to pass it up, but much pondering was done.

The eggs were eggs, and the toast was a tight multigrain served with the buttered sides kissing each other. The potatoes were some of the best I’ve had, seriously. They were the small yellow potatoes and were chopped with the skins on and cooked (Fried? Hard to tell.) to perfection. Very tasty. In the end I ate only one of my pancakes before giving up; the pancake was Aunt Jemima if I’m not mistaken.

The coffee was definitely better than the underground lake, but not too many notches above. You can still get better coffee at Stella’s.

All in all it was a very tasty meal, complete with unique place settings and a pleasant atmosphere. The regular Special-like breakfast is certainly a few dollars more than your typical greasy spoon, but the atmosphere and food are worth it. As a side note, the dinner specials look quite tempting and if you get a combo platter you can save about $15.

It’s been a while since the last installment of Breakfast Conversation, so I will treat you to some of the funny things mentioned during the meal.

Apparently, Twitter (a social networking website) featured their “best personal update ever,” which read:

“My OBGYN was literally in my vagina when the earthquake hit.”

I hope the poor Doc didn’t fall in!

There was also a hearty reminder that we should not “eat anything that doesn’t decay!” such as certain cakes that won’t burn when applied to fire, and produce that is sprayed with a protective barrier so that the skin looks good long after the insides have browned and shriveled.

Bamboo showed a dedication to accuracy that I respect. They recently changed their opening times from 9am to 10am but there were still a few signs hanging around reading 9. When I pointed this out, our server swiftly went around the entire place and removed all the offending material. Thank-you very much, I dislike inaccurate times just as much as inappropriate apostrophe’s.

August 13 2008

Bamboo

1113 Corydon Ave

Hours of Operation

Mon-Thurs 10-2, 5-9

Fri-Sat 10-2, 5-10

Sun 10-2

“Two Eggs” w/choice of meat: $7.25

Bamboo is a swanky restro-bar that is just on the cutting edge of fashionable. It definitely does not come off as a place that serves breakfast like the location’s predecessor, Wilton’s. According to a long-time patron, the Wilton’s customer base was quite vociferous in their desire to be served eggs in the same location as before. So, what had opened as a trendy dinner joint turned into a split-shift of brekkie and dinner.

A pretty good brekkie, too.

We were seated in a handsome booth by the window facing Corydon. Definitely the nicest booth I’ve ever eaten breakfast in. From our seats we could see much fancy abstract art in dulcet tones, and many bamboo stalks on all the tables. A very pleasant atmosphere. I could see myself sipping martinis and laughing over stock figures in there after a day at the office (like I have an office).