Comfort Food

The fact that I can't fit any of the pants I was wearing when Isaac was lifeflighted to Primary Children's, is proof that I have indulged (perhaps more than I should have) in quite a bit of comfort food recently. There has been chocolate, ice cream, burgers that were much too big, creamy soups, pizzas, and big plates of pasta, however, some of the most comforting meals I had while in Salt Lake were omlets.

I don't know if this is strange to others, but for me, it is. I like a good omlet, sure, but overall, eggs just aren't really what I think of when I am looking for something to feed my stress and sorrows.

At least, they didn't used to be.

But of all the places we ate, the one I miss the most is The Blue Plate Diner. And the menu item that I miss? Yep, their omlets.

The Blue Plate. It's in this funky little building that looks like it's been added onto multiple times. It has rusty bikes chained up to the front of the building. It has an odd assortment of clocks and art from the community. When you walk in, they ask you to seat yourself. I wouldn't say the place is run down, but it's obvious that the experience is not about the atmosphere of the place. It's about the food. For me, it's about the omlets.

The first one I had was "The Benedict." Honey peppered bacon, cheddar cheese, and hollandaise sauce wrapped up in eggs and served with potatoes and your choice of bread. And oh. is. it. good! Something about the sauce smothering the warm eggs and bacon takes breakfast to a new level! And you know what's really great? Breakfast is served all day! So later when I had been craving an omlet all day, I was able to go (with my good friend Rachel) for dinner and try another omlet! At the time, I was very stressed, and looking for some comfort. And it came in the shape of an omlet. This time, it was "The Spanish." Cheddar cheese, onions, green peppers, salsa, sour cream, and guacamole. I am a big fan of avacado and have a hard time resisting anything topped with them, so the guacamole caught my eye. And the waitress said it is her favorite. There are not very many meals that I can recall sighing over. This was one of them. With each bite of this huge omlet, I felt the warmth and goodness of the meal sinking in and with each sigh, the tension I had been holding onto released. I had something I could enjoy during a time of immense stress.

I cannot say if this is the best meal I've ever had, but I can say it was the best meal I could have had that day. I'm sure that there are not many health benifits to eating a giant omlet smothered in cheese, but it healed my aching. I don't know how many stars a critic might give The Blue Plate Diner, but I know I'll go back again.