Ay Dios Mío! San Juan is Serving Brunch Like a Boss!
Do you ever get so busy you forget to eat? Me too. When hunger finally does hits me around 2:30 p.m., I usually crave breakfast food. So if I’m not in the mood to cook or I’m away from home, I try to find a diner that serves breakfast ALL DAY. Well, here in Old San Juan I found something even better. A little restaurant called La Madre. A few friends raved about this place, imploring me to try
it, so here I am.
I almost walked passed the modest sign and stumbled directly into the intimate dining area; there was no host at the door. I did get a smile and a friendly wave from the only waitress working the floor. Then a profusion of sounds came crashing into me—infectious laughter, orders being shouted in Spanish with their mandatory hand gestures, the clanking of plates and cutlery, chairs and tables being moved to accommodate a big group. This place was alive and packed. I was able to squeeze myself at a two top table near the window.
EXCUSE ME!? NO PICTURES PLEASE!!
As I looked over the menu, I felt two little eyes staring at me. The next table had a beautiful, little diner eating all by herself. She couldn’t have been more than three years old. I looked around mouthing to the other tables, “Where are her parents?” No one claimed her. I took out my camera capture this gem but she immediately frowned at me, shook her head, and said very firmly, “NO!” I couldn’t help but start laughing hysterically. I like her.
When my waitress returned she told me this little doll was Olivia, the owner’s daughter. She did finally warm up to me long enough for me to take this picture. She also made sure to come over and approve it before I could use it. And yes that is a tattoo on her arm. She’s a bad ass.
Time to order. I ordered two entrees. Yes, two. For you my readers so YOU can have a balanced experience of the menu. You’re welcome. First up? French Toast. I am a French Toast whore and I am very particular about how I like it. When my waitress came around the corner with my plate, my heart skipped a beat. It was love at first sight.
WAIT! WHAT IS THAT IN MY MOUTH?!
These slices of French Toast were cut into strips and stacked like a damn Jenga tower. The bacon topper presentation was a pleasant surprise! The first bite was perfect; warm and cooked through with another surprise, a velvety sweet new note of wait…what is that…Cinnamon?! Gooey, warm, delicious, cinnamon filling!? Food…gasm. This was epic.
Oh and instead of maple syrup, they serve this dish with Agave Nectar; with a low glycemic index and a lighter flavor, it definitely kept this dish and me from crossing into the land of diabetes.
Just when I thought this couldn’t get any better, out came my second dish, the Tortilla Madre. This ridiculous omelet was filled with pork, peppers, onions, cilantro and covered with sour cream and tomato sauce. OH. MY. MADRE. This was damn good. I completely forgot about that salad like garnish and the described potato “hash”. Those little potato sticks are not a hash, not even close, but they did add a nice crunch to the dish.
I love that everything on the menu is fifteen dollars or less. So even with two entrees and a drink, I spent just under twenty-seven dollars.
Old San Juan is full of winding streets laced with history and culinary hidden gems just waiting to be discovered. Stop into La Madre today. They’re open every day until late featuring elevated Mexican cuisine and other brunch staples ready to stimulate your senses.
351 Calle San Francisco
Old San Juan, PR
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