On a frigid December Sunday, it was high time for some brunch and some Christmas shopping.
So, Victoria and I slid from the parked car, across ice dams, to Cafe Alma for some wholesome breakfast food. Although I had wholeheartedly sworn off Alma in the summertime, after my mother’s disastrous birthday dinner, I figured trying the more reasonably priced cafe couldn’t hurt.
The space was lively and sun drenched upon entering. And, after passing a stunning gingerbread recreation of the restaurant, we made our way to the back. It was feeling quite festive for early in the Christmas season and a mixture of older friends and families filled the tables.
Situated on a solid booth two top, we ordered bloody marys to start with beer chasers (literally what’s new… nothing). And, a side dish of cauliflower. We were rather unsure of what to order, since everything looked so intriguing. But, after much humming and hawing, we placed our orders with the waitress.
After recapping the latest on her recent flame and debating the ethics of “Baby Its Cold Outside”, our food arrived.
The cauliflower was crispy and well balanced. Bright with citrus and was served with a tart yogurt base, it was truly quite diving. And, on a scale of all cauliflower dishes in Minneapolis, I would say it was second only to that of Young Joni.
The mains were equally spectacular. However, the crowd pleaser was the baked egg strata. Somewhat like a frittata, fluffy egg was baked with crispy breadcrumbs, roasted mushroom, and gruyere. Moist and perfectly seasoned, it was almost like Thanksgiving stuffing had been mixed into an egg bake. It was incredible! Finally, the portion was topped with tomato conserva for a Mexican-esque vibe.
It was the most creative breakfast dish I have had in ages. I am still dreaming of it!
Meanwhile, Victoria had opted for the buttermilk biscuit-scrambled egg sandwich. Paired with out-of-this-world crispy potatoes, it was a hearty and tasty brunch option.
After munching on some bacon, we took the final sips of our bloodies and headed for the door.
Before heading back into the cold, we each ordered a decaf americano for the road. Although all the baked goods up front looked incredible, I took a cue from the gingerbread house, and purchased a molasses cookie (they’re one of my major week spots around Christmas time!). Gooey and delicious, I munched on the way to the car with coffee in hand.
After this meal, I had definitely softened towards Alma as a whole, and would definitely consider re-visiting the space for casual cafe meals.
Perfectly satiated, we pointed the car towards the warehouse district for a Christmas crafts show at a local brewery. Hopefully we could find some unique gifts for our families!