Breakfast Hotspots

Give Jason “Your Number” @ Fire & Ice

Below: Fire & Ice (205 Berkeley St.)

I used to associate Fire & Ice with tacky decor, slimy waiters, awkwardly sarcastic chefs, and mediocre stir-fry. Well, that’s all still true, but I can now add “yummy breakfasts” to the list. On College Student Mondays, ten bucks affords you an endless buffet of fruit, bagels, yogurt, croissants, potatoes, and self-assembled omelets and pancakes cooked on a Mongolian grill. Not bad. Do beware of the scummy waiters, though. They’re of the truly foul breed that purposely walk (read: “flex”) by your table again and again…and again, and bless you with elegant lines like, “You’ve gotta have a BF.” We eventually decided that the only way to fend off the beasts was to offer up a “number”. I had the PERFECT one to give him. That’s right, I’m talkin’ about Nightline…

I know it was kind-of a bitchy move, but I honestly don’t think Jason will be all too shattered when a Phone Sex Hotline answers instead of me. In fact, I think he’ll be genuinely delighted.

Get Back on Track @ Crispy Crepes

Below: Crispy Crepes (St. Mary’s stop on the C-line)

Bad break-up? Failing your classes? Losing your friends, or worse, your hair? For my roommates and me, this hole-in-the-wall is the perfect pick-me-up. If you’re anything like us, you frequently wake up feeling like a worthless sack of shit. This is where you need to be. We don’t know why, but peach iced-tea and lemon sugar crepes somehow solve all our problems while simultaneously restoring the meaning in our lives. We haven’t yet faced a problem that Crispy Crepes can’t solve, and this is coming from a dropout, an anorexic, and a fag (our self-proclaimed titles). Only ten bucks and a T-ride away, this place — like you — is both cheap AND easy. Offended? You know the cure.

Nurse Your Hangover @ Pour House

Below: Pour House (907 Boylston, near the Hynes stop)

I’m at Pour House at least every weekend. They know me. Once, I even set up my cute waitress Liz with Suez’s ex-boyfriend. Awkward, I know, but they just seemed so right for each other. I generally stumble in around 1pm on Sunday and order a Pancake Piglet. For less than nine bucks, it includes two pancakes, three eggs, two sausage links, two bacon strips, two slices of ham, and a giant mound of hash browns. I never finish (fine, I have once), but it’s still so satisfying to know I’ve spent my money as wisely as possible. (I don’t fall for the dime-sized bullshit that some genius termed “gourmet” anymore.) Homegirl insists that I mention the pumpkin pancakes too, and I’ll admit they’re pretty bangin’. Listen to me, though: you have to eat DOWNSTAIRS. I ate here for months without even realizing the downstairs portion existed. HUGE MISTAKE! It’s the chillest place ever! Perfect if you’re hungover, it’s dark, plays mellow tunes, and has a totally legit tiki-bar. Quite frankly, my love for Pour House’s Breakfast is the purest love I’ve ever known.

~ by Brittany Fischer on March 25, 2008.