Call your mother! Yes, Mother’s Day is the busiest day of the year for phone calls, but we think you should call your Mom now and invite her to the Mother’s Day Brunch at The Morning Toast. While you’re at it, you might want to apologize for all those things you did when you were a teenager. You know what we’re talking about. But seriously, whether you join us for brunch or not, whether your Mom is with you or not, whether you call her Mom, or Gramma, or Aunt, or friend, we hope you’ll take a minute on May 12 to recognize the caring, strong, awesome women in your life and memories.
When is a herd of buffalo not a herd of buffalo? Trick question… there’s no such thing as a herd of buffalo. Here in North America, what we have are bison, not buffalo. And while bison do gather in a herd, a gathering of buffalo is actually called an obstinacy of buffalo. In fact, most of the names for groups of animals are similarly awesome and were probably brainstormed over a late-night beerversation. A tower of giraffes. A shrewdness of apes. A prickle of porcupines. A crash of rhinos. A bloat of hippopotami. A stench of skunks. A pandemonium of parrots. (Pro tip from the Department of Procrastination: you can waste a LOT of time on the interwebs looking this stuff up.) But the name they had for a group of mules was just sad… a barren of mules. Well, a bunch of us (also known as a firkin of friends) were sitting around, having a late-night 11:01 vodkasation, when we decided that a barren of mules needed a better name. Drumroll please… a flight of mules. Next thing we know, Brenna is pouring us an actual flight of mules. Turns out, she’s testing some new recipes for our twist on the Moscow Mule. There was a lot of spirited discussion about which mule was best, but we decided to let you choose. For the next few weeks, you can get a Flight of Mules sampler at Barley Creek and the Morning Toast. Vote for your favorite mule and help us choose which one gets to become the official Pocono Mule. Or maybe the Barley Mule. Or perhaps the Flying Barley Mule? Hmmmm… that’s a vote for a different blog. Cheers!
Santa is coming to the Morning Toast! Join us for Brunch with Santa on December 16th from 9am-1pm. We’ll have all your favorites, plus free photos with Santa. Each child will also get a small gift, while supplies last. Call 570-629-9399 for reservations. Adults: $25. Kids 10 & under: $10. Kids 3 & under: free!!
Last night I was scrolling around the internet to see what’s special about July 19. At first, there wasn’t much to get excited about. Bloody Mary becomes Queen of England. World’s first GPS signal. Lizzie Borden’s birthday. But wait, what’s this? National Flitch Day? Quickly, I do the “research” (meaning, I call out to Eileen.)
Me: What’s a flitch?
Me: No, really.
Eileen: Google it.
Turns out, a flitch is bacon… as in half a pig, cut lengthways. National Flitch Day is an old English custom in which married couples could win a flitch if they convinced a jury of six maidens and six bachelors that during the past “twelvemonth and a day” they had not “wisht themselves unmarried again.” I am not making this up. The Dunmow Flitch Trials date back to the 14th century and were so popular they were even mentioned in the Canterbury Tales, when the Wife of Bath dissed her husband by snarking that he wouldn’t bring home the bacon from Dunwmow. Immediately, I started planning a Morning Toast Flitch Trial, complete with Bloody Marys, Canterbury Cocktails, and Judge Bobby. That’s when I noticed that National Flitch Day is actually July 9 and the Flitch Trials are only held during leap years. Oops. Never mind. On the other hand, it’s only 723 days until the 2020 Flitch Trials. Pencil it in. And, in the meantime, we’re going for a three-peat with another Pop-Up Party at the Pint Size Park this Saturday. See you there!
Which came first, the chicken or the egg? It’s an ancient paradox that has confounded humans for at least 2,000 years. Both Neil deGrasse Tyson and Bill Nye the Science Guy say that the egg came first, when a creature that was kind of like a chicken, but not quite a chicken, laid an egg that hatched into an actual chicken, thanks to a tiny mutation. On the other hand, some researchers say that in order to form, chicken eggs need a specific protein that’s only found in chicken ovaries, so score one for the chickens coming first. The great philosopher Aristotle danced around the question by saying that both the chicken and the egg have always existed. Come on dude, take a stand. Now you can argue the question at the Morning Toast while enjoying the brand new “Which Came First Benedict,” which features two toasted English muffins topped with poached eggs and fried chicken. (Or is that fried chicken and poached eggs?) Either way, there’s no question that the new Morning Toast menu is awesome! So, come in for a great breakfast, a morning cocktail, and an eggcellent philosophical debate. Cheers to morning!
Coming soon to the Morning Toast at Barley Creek, fresh off sleighing his own world record for dashing through the snow, give it up for the one… the only… Santa Claus! That’s right, the Big Man is coming to the Morning Toast on December 17, 2017 for brunch with you! So, take a break from sprucing up your Christmas tree and getting your candy canes in mint condition, and join us for a Holly Jolly brunch. We’ll have an awesome buffet featuring all your breakfast favorites, with omelet and carving stations, plus great specials on morning cocktails and specialty coffees. Reservations are available from 9AM- Noon (lunch service starts at 1PM). Call 570-629-9399 or email firstname.lastname@example.org today. Space is limited, so call today… yule be glad you did!
Adults – $25
Kids 12 and under – $10
Kids 3 and under – Free