Colossal Cafe

Date visited: Saturday, April 7

Okay, I'm embarrassed that it's taken me so long to update, but I'm even more embarrassed that it's taken me so long to visit this restaurant. I've been driving by for months, noting it's presence, wondering what's inside and then debating whether it's a good dive or a bad dive. It doesn't look like much from the outside.

But once inside I quickly learned that the Colossal Cafe (1839 42nd St. E.) is good, and it's not a dive. It's also incredibly small (so not colossal!). I took one look at the pastry case and I wanted to try everything. I took one look at the menu and I want to eat it all (well, the stuff without meat anyway).

I settled on the pancakes with apples, walnuts and slices of Brie cheese. My favorite breakfast companion ordered a mushroom and spinach omelet with provolone cheese. We sat at the counter facing the window to 42nd street and ate off each other's plate. I couldn't decide which breakfast I liked more. And even though we're both good eaters and even though we were both hungry, we still couldn't eat everything on our plate.

Yet I still wanted to try a savory scone (with bleu cheese, broccoli and scallions) or a cinnamon role. I just didn't have the appetite, so I'll have to go back. And this time I won't waste months debating the decision.