Where: Local Harvest Cafe & Catering (3137 Morganford Road; 314-772-8815 or www.localharvestcafe.com)
When: Every Saturday and Sunday from 10 a.m.-2 p.m.
We Tried: Stuffed French toast, $8.50; Vegetarian Slinger, $8.50
The Verdict: Gut Check typically opts for the savory side of breakfast, but after looking through Local Harvest's brunch offerings, it seemed a shame to not step outside of our brunch favorites and try something different. Not that it was too adventurous -- after all, stuffed French toast isn't exactly an acquired taste, but it's not bacon and eggs, either.
After a brief conversation with the server about the vegetarian slinger a friend ordered (she admitted apprehensions about trying the monstrous mound of potatoes, eggs, chili and cheese) and a few cups of coffee, our food arrived.
Our slinger-shy waitress returned, bearing a hefty mound of French toast, topped with a dash of confectioner's sugar and a picturesque wedge of butter. Upon first sight, we nearly opted to make an a la carte addition -- of course, as they so often are at Gut Check International Headquarters, our eyes were bigger than our tummies, and the thick, soft bread slices drizzled with local maple syrup and stuck together with a sweet cream cheese adhesive proved more than enough to sate our early afternoon appetite.
And Another Thing: Our waitress is not alone in fearing slingers. Anything doused in chili sends a warning to our taste buds and our digestive tracts -- this could be a very bad idea. Yet, slingers are consumed all over this fair city on the daily. (Although we must acknowledge that large volumes of alcohol and triple-dog-dares are sometimes involved.)
Yet, for some reason the slinger at Local Harvest piqued our interest in a way that those of late-night diners never have managed to. Perhaps it's just the fact that the LHC's chili is exceptional; perhaps the lack of meat makes it seem milder. Or perhaps we owe Courtesy Diner's version of the sloppy-pile-of-comfort-food a fair chance.
No matter what the inspiration, we dug in. And though significantly less sexy than, say, the stuffed French toast, it was a wonderful mesh of flavors and textures.