Old San Juan and The Breakfast Addict: A Love Story
Breakfast is my eternal love. I can always count on breakfast to be there for me ready to satisfy my needs and cure my hangovers without judgement. Weekend brunches in New York are like foodie opium dens all over town, seducing you with inventive benedicts, bacon, and more bacon, corn meal pancakes and…I need to stop but you know what I mean. So when I woke up on Saturday in Old San Juan Puerto Rico, I didn’t know if I would be able to find a place to indulge my addiction. I was determined to find a restaurant that was off the beaten path with hopes of getting away from the million and one mofongo stands and the random touristy Starbucks.
After walking uphill on cobble streets in flip flops, in 90-degree weather with 100% humidity for an hour, I started to question my life decisions. Then a bouquet of strong rich black coffee, fried eggs, waffles, and the sweet love of baby Jesus filled the air. I followed the delicious aroma across an open square lined with little shops and bodegas to a little café called Caficultura. This little vintage café looked like it needed a cigarette hanging from its mouth— it was giving me old school cool. I walked in and was greeted by a lovely staff and seated immediately. So far so good.
The small space was humble with some sexy finishes like large crystal chandeliers and what looked like sketch art on the walls. The café was filled with the noise of friends, couples, baristas, and gorgeous waiters speaking Spanish and the sexiest broken English. I attempted to order in Spanish but the quizzical look on my waiter’s face informed me that the Spanish Learning App I downloaded last week was worth shit. Awesome.
I was torn between the sweet potato crepes filled with goat cheese and chicken and the French toast. For me… sugar always wins. I’ll do the crepes next time I tell myself. “I’ll have the French Toast” as I pointed to the menu. Finally, a nod of understanding and compliance.
When my sweet French love arrived, my neighboring table couldn’t help but smile and gave me a thumbs up. HA. The next table immediately changed their order to the French Toast. Damn right. Can you blame them? Covered in coconut “snow” these thick slices of brioche were cooked in coconut milk and topped with what was a delicious pineapple marmalade so rich, viscous, and flavorful I completely forgot about the maple syrup on the table and as a Canadian that is VERY hard to do…Eh?
Now I knew I had more “foodprints” to create that day so I didn’t go overboard with breakfast. So in total, an almond milk latte and the French Toast came to just over $20.00. I definitely enjoyed this meal but I know I can do better price wise.
Have you been to Caficultura? Let me know your experience! If not then give them a visit the next time you’re in Old San Juan, PR but go early; on Saturday I was there at around 10 a.m. but by 11 it was packed and people were waiting outside.
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