Food: The Autumn Tofu Scramble
Brunch is a good place to start, always. It usually implies that you got to sleep in and (hopefully) that you’re eating tasty food with family or friends.
The Autumn Cafe is quaint. It’s where I take my parents for some Oneonta local color when they visit. Actually, they always request it. We usually go there once for dinner and once for breakfast every time they stop by. Oh, by the way, I’m vegetarian. I will never review a dish with meat in it. Sorry, but here’s your get out of jail free card straight up.
Moving on…this morning, right at 10:26 AM sharp, my parents and I strolled up to the Autumn’s entryway. Technically they don’t open until 10:30 on Sundays, but they let us in a few minutes early so that we didn’t have to stand awkwardly under the awning and freeze outside (fall has officially arrived in Oneonta).
To cut to the chase, I decided on the tofu scramble from the Autumn’s brunch menu. (They only serve brunch on Sundays from 10:30 to 2:30; http://autumncafe.com/sundaybrunch.htm).
So, tofu. Some people think tofu is nasty, and I don’t blame them. It’s squishy. If you poke it, it wiggles. WTF, right? And how the hell do you cook it? Well, tofu is actually the perfect consistency for a classic scrambled egg imitation. It feels like egg in your mouth. It absorbs flavor. And anything tastes good with ketchup…
I found the dish to be delectably satisfying. The tomatoes and small onions gave it a nice kick, and the homefries, the best side (Team Potato!), were fried to perfection (crisp on the outside, smooth on the inside). And, uh, I’m not sure what else to say. Maybe I’m one easy to please. I mean, I ate the whole plate. Well, I ate everything off the plate. The dish was either mighty fine, or the conversation was real bad. (The former!)
Yeah, but good job, Autumn! I will say this: the first time you look at the Autumn’s menu, you kind of scratch your head and realize you’re sitting in a place that caters to the Oneonta hippie demographic. Everything sounds foreign: tofu, tempeh, open-faced, rice…. but then you somehow pick something, and then one of the cute Autumn waitresses brings this hot plate of food to you, and then you eat it…and it’s good. It always is.
More about the Autumn for later. For now, go outside and breath. Nobody knows how to breathe anymore.