Breakfast club at Morandi

It had been awhile since Bennie and I Breakfast Clubbed. We hopped back in action, with full appetite and a real winner in Morandi.

I hadn’t eaten there in years. And I’d never been for breakfast. But I think I could have eaten everything on the menu (except a breakfast pizza with pancetta).

Bennie is such a good partner in crime. Whenever there is a bread basket, we split it.

Morandi’s was beyond. First, you get a nice little display of the goodies when you enter the restaurant.




And the basket is the perfect size for two.

Sugary-sweet bombolini and bitter chocolate brioche…



A delightful sour cherry muffin…

… a tender cinnamon raisin pastry, and sweet but savory pistachio bread…


…and what was perhaps my favorite: the moist and eggy ricotta fritter.


Only the Italian croissant escaped our appetites.

Apparently six (half) pastries was our limit.