Food Coma: Russell Street Deli
This has been a strange winter for me. Strange, but good. I have this constant nagging feeling that I am not doing enough and missing out on exciting things, but then I am reminded that I am doing everything I want to do rather than what I think I should want to do. If this means going out a little less and sitting on the couch writing and watching Netflix a little more, then there’s not a whole lot wrong with that.
I have also found a new appreciation for the gym. Josh gets home around 4 and we go work out shortly after, then come home and make dinner and drink wine and stuff. We’re 60. Even Saturday mornings have been spent at the gym. Last Saturday we worked out, then headed to Eastern Market for honey roasted peanut butter and brunch. Brunch has become a special treat since we are trying to be responsible and like, save money and shit, so most of our breakfasts and dinners are made at home, and we usually cook pretty healthy. Look at how responsible we are. The good part about all this is that now I actually appreciate going out to eat because it’s not a thing I am doing out of laziness and survivalism (wordpress says that’s not a word, leavin’ it). It’s like a special reward for being a responsible grown up with boundaries and a budget.
Anyway. Brunch. Russell Street Deli. The diner-like atmosphere is nice and chill, but it’s far better quality than a greasy spoon diner. The proximity to Eastern Market may have something to do with the fact that their ingredients are so fresh and top notch.
I came here for lunch a few months ago with Sarah and had an avocado melt with lentil soup, so when Josh and I stopped in last weekend we had sandwiches on the brain. However, they serve breakfast all day on Saturday and had some really interesting specials so we both gave it a shot. Josh had something involving eggs and pulled pork and I had country eggs bennies made with ham, cornbread, and country gravy. We both made an excellent choice. Here is where I place a really disgusting photo of my really amazing food:
They also have Boylan’s cola, which is the best cola in like, the universe. It’s made with real cane sugar, which will make you want to scream GO AMERICA.
The only weird thing about RSD is the communal sitting. You’re usually sitting a chair down from another couple at the same table, and as someone who swears a lot, it can get a little awkward. However, the food is well worth my weak attempt to tone down my foul mouth.
I want to start doing a feature of my favorite foods and places around Detroit. Every time I go somewhere new and like it I want to blog about it, but then I’m like OK Mandy, the Internet doesn’t need more bad food photos and gimmicky sounding restaurant reviews. Then I’m like fuck you brain, I’ll do whatever I want, and right now what I want is to tell my readers about my meat-filled eggs benedict and the awesome hippie waiter that stared at my fox tattoo for like 5 minutes and made a really killer orange and grapefruit juice drink for Josh. Also, because Detroit is full of things and places that make me happy.
So next time you’re headed to Eastern Market for some fresh veggies and pork butt (fun fact: I also learned last weekend that pork butt is part of the shoulder, not the ass) you should head to Russell Street Deli for some grub. Oh, and stop by Germack for some honey roasted peanut butter and wasabi peanuts. I’ll take two.February 15, 2013
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