Cafe Patachou - Sandwich 12!

See how this all started here: http://bkatranch.blogspot.com/2012/01/bc-and-kathies-excellent-adventure-to.html

We were looking for a nice Sunday morning brunch type location and I thought, “let’s check the list!” and lo and behold, there was Café Patachou! I must admit Café Patachou did not really excite me when I first noticed it on the list. I have always seen the Café as a little “snobby” for my tastes. Come on, their motto is “a student union for adults since 1989”. Great hanging out in a student union with a bunch of yuppies who wish they were back in the real student union at I.U. In writing this, I realize that there may be some readers that do not know the term – YUPPIE. It was pretty common in my youth to hear the term YUPPIE and it stands for Young Urban Professional. I stumbled across a quote from political commentator Victor Davis Hanson which sums up Yuppism perfectly.

“Yuppism... is not definable entirely by income or class. Rather, it is a late-20th-century cultural phenomenon of self-absorbed young professionals, earning good pay, enjoying the cultural attractions of sophisticated urban life and thought, and generally out of touch with, indeed antithetical to, most of the challenges and concerns of a far less well-off and more parochial Middle America. For the yuppie male a well-paying job in law, finance, academia, or consulting in a cultural hub, hip fashion, cool appearance, studied poise, elite education, proper recreation and fitness, and general proximity to liberal-thinking elites, especially of the more rarefied sort in the arts, are the mark of a real man.”

After reading the description from the list I was torn between my dislike of yuppies and my love of egg sandwiches. The Super 46 states:

Step 1: Cut it straight down the middle, piercing the two yolks so yellow oozes out onto the plate. Step 2: Dig in! Sandwich ingredients don’t get much more straightforward than eggs between toast with the addition of bacon, avocado, ham or salmon. But the combined flavors and the unique architecture of the sandwich almost guarantee a completely wiped-clean plate.

I grabbed my Ralph Lauren Argyle sweater vest, you know, to blend in, and we headed to the North Pennsylvania location for sandwich number 12.

The place was packed, as is normal for a Sunday morning. Looking around at the crowd my assessment turned to be spot on. There were current yuppies, former yuppies, and a few that wished they were yuppies but missing the mark. The café itself was perfect, the design, the white linens, the waiter attire, everything about it seemed to match the clientele and the reputation. Café Patachou is known for perfection regardless if it is in the food, presentation, or atmosphere. I think they are probably one of the most awarded restaurants on the list. We both ordered the sandwich from the list.

When our order arrived, the first thing I noticed was the eggs. Nice bright whites and thick. The eggs sitting on top of my fresh baked sour dough roll were fresh. I know eggs. I raise free range happy chickens that make some of the best eggs in Indiana. I later found out that they do indeed use fresh eggs. In fact, they use eggs that are hatched in Indiana and less than three days old. The bacon for my sandwich was also from an Indiana producer. Local sourced fresh ingredients prepared simply but well. Man if we could just do something about all the yuppies…