There is a reason that going into last weekend's AFC Championship game, Brady was 67-0 when leading at the half. There is a reason he is a 3 time Super Bowl Champion and passed Montana's record of playoff wins. Its a total commitment to the moment. How easy would it be for Mr. GQ, husband of Brazilian super-model, to coast through life, enjoying the fruits of his talents. Instead the man goes into every season, every game, every practice, demanding nothing short of perfection. Satisfaction is only as lasting as the last snap.
Brunch is a similar beast. Lets call a spade a spade. Merging tasty breakfast and hearty lunch, complete with booze-fueled afternoon bliss would be alot like making babies with Giselle. What sets apart the Golden Griddles from The Black Hoof's, and what seperates the Tom Brady's from the Mark "Butt Fumble" Sanchez's, is that glitter alone does not make gold. Gold is forged, with constant commitment and attention to detail. With equal parts purpose and poise, as well as unquenched thirst to be better.
Championships are no ones birthright. Sometimes the most physical defence in the history of the game, lead by the man-beast that is Ray Lewis will pound you into laying the biggest egg since a Brontosaurus stared down a falling asteroid down the Yucatan.
Fortunately, for the guests at One Restaurant on a weekend afternoon, there are no Dinosaurs, asteroids, or first ballot hall of fame Linebackers in search of their destiny to get in the way of their birthright. The most fantastic brunch since 'Nam. Merely the incredible cuisine of Chef Matt Beasley, and a barman with attention to the moment.
COURSE ONE
Raspberry Point Oysters and 13th Street Below Zero
It was Kermit Lynch who suggested to me, quite counter-intuitively, that Sauternes made for the most incredible pairing with oysters that one could imagine. Ever since, I've been unleashing Canada's best answer to Sauternes, Icewine blended with Old Vines Riesling, to any guest who orders our oysters. The response has been staggering.
COURSE TWO
Lobster Spoons and The Bloodiest Ceasar
Eat your heart out dim sum spoon. You ain't seen anything like lobster poached in butter and vermouth paired with the Ceasar of Jess Koncz. It's as though a magical boozy cocktail sauce was playing placenta to the birth of Christ. You think I'm exaggerating....
COURSE THREE
Duck Eggs Benedict and The Avacado Margarita
Finesse is not a word associated with this dish. Its richness in its most celebratd form. Like Diddy. Or Donald Trump. We leave the finesse in this round to the cocktail, which strkes an obscene balance between its silky avacado side and its bone-tingling counterparts in lemonade and Tromba tequila.
COURSE FOUR
The Ultimate Burger and Caravan Cabernet
USDA prime beef and Cab. No one is reiventing the wheel here. But whats not broke is not in need of fixing. The fixings are pork belly, fried green tomato, Big Mac sauce and Darioush's second label Cabernet, truly the best value for dollar Cabernet in the Napa Valley. It's Brady to Moss (minus the stupid Eli Manning 2 minute drill that may or may not have lead me to go for a teary walk alone on a beach in Boca Chica DR back in Feb 2008).
COURSE FIVE
Fritters and The Orange County Manhatthan
Deep fried apples, in tribute to the donut. Homer Simpson suddenly stopped chasing his airborne pigroast. Add the single best cocktail I can put in your glass...well suddenly it all makes sense.
Its the type of meal that makes you want to go drop a few thousand dollars in Tiffany's. Fact. I've seen it. Or at the very least make a fallen warrior rise up, dust himself off from the disgrace of defeat, and get ready for that next battle. The Harbaugh Bowl might be a great day, but the Brady Brunch is who we are.
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