French toast from the Asian buffet place by my office. I don’t like to buy breakfast there, as it’s a waste of money and doesn’t taste great, but it’s also the only place I can go without any detours on the way to work. Their French toast is always too soft and their waffles are always too stale, and their pancakes seem to have been dipped in a lot of oil. Sometimes they have muffins, and sometimes they don’t, and I’m not sure how that works: Did they hire a muffin man to come by only when the mood suits him? But I won’t complain. They are very nice people, and their buffet has given me the starches I need to get through many a day.
(Photo: Flowers, Alexandria, Virginia.)
365 Days of Food 