the breakfast dictator [215]

Choi is moving to Thailand (a Morning Glory Farewell)

Posted in Breakfast Portraits by thebreakfastdictator on September 27, 2010

Melissa at MG | Italian Asparagus Fritatta

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Breakfast Portraits {5 thru 8} | B&W Film

Posted in Breakfast Portraits by thebreakfastdictator on November 24, 2009

(Clockwise) Melissa at Artisan Boulanger Pasissier, Lauren at Honey's, Anders & Ricky at Good Karma

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Breakfast Portraits {2} | Melissa Choi

Posted in Breakfast Portraits by thebreakfastdictator on October 8, 2009
Melissa Choi | Artisan Boulanger Patissier

Melissa Choi | Artisan Boulanger Patissier

“I feel like somewhere different. How about Frangelli’s? I hear they have great donuts.”

“Sure. Where’s that at?”

“Ritner. Between 8th and 9th.”

“Look at those donuts, made by old Italian women at 3 o’clock this morning. Amazing. I don’t even know what to get.”

“They say the jelly donut is the best.”

“I don’t care for those.”

“Neither do I, but I should probably try it…”

We purchased a few of the best donuts I’ve had since Sunrise Donuts in Idaho Springs, CO and since there was nowhere to sit and make a photograph, we meandered over to 10th and Snyder to try out the 10th St Cafe, which had OPEN signs on the door but was clearly not.

“Now what?”

“I don’t know.”

“Me either. I don’t know the deep South. It’s a different neighborhood down here.”

After seeing the same random guy sitting on two separate blocks and on two different houses’ stoops, we finally ended up at the Artisan Boulanger Pasissier, a French Bakery in Italian South Philly run by an Asian Couple on the corner of 12th and Morris. The coffee wasn’t too bad and after all those donuts, I couldn’t even approach the “Chocolate Bread” that I ordered, saving it for Lunch, which was fast approaching. Warm sunlight was streaming in the giant windows along 12th and I pulled out the Hasselblad, exposing about 4 frames of Tri-X. My goodness, I love that camera and its unmistakable, aggressive shutter sound.

Melissa browsed the Metro while I sipped hot coffee and wished we were part of the the cast of a Tarantino film.

For a minute, it certainly felt like it.