Weekend Reads is a weekly series on The Curious Passport and features a round-up of travel news, features and other related links (probably related to food, fitness or the outdoors) I’ve either found around the internet or has been sent my way by friends and family.

A few friends and I stop into the original Starbucks in Seattle during a Pacific Northwest road trip.

A few friends and I stop into the original Starbucks in Seattle during a Pacific Northwest road trip.

 

 

 

If you’ve been following the blog for a bit, you will know that I enjoy a good brunch, and that’s just me being modest. One could say that I live for leisurely weekends and brunch was invented for just that.

Throughout my brunchventures (brunch + adventures) I have found it difficult to find a dish that combines sweet and savory on one plate. You could argue that I just order two plates (which I have) or to just pick a side, which I have also done. The former can get expensive, especially if I am ordering an a.m. cocktail, which I usually am while the latter leaves me full yet incomplete.

During a recent day-trip to Santa Barbara, I was pleasantly surprised to find the brunch dish I’ve been searching for at Scarlett Begonia, a charming restaurant tucked into the Victoria Court shopping center just off that main drag downtown (State St.).

The sweet and savory came in the form of the Pork Belly Bourbon French Toast; maple-glazed pork belly served with almonds, fresh fruit – blueberries, strawberries – and a poached egg to pair with the thick-cut piece of brioche French toast. The pork belly was generous as well, which I like to see. What a well-balanced meal; definitely not from a nutrition perspective, but we’re not talking about nutrition.

Unfortunately, there were leftovers even after stuffing myself to capacity. I opted not to take the leftovers with us. A meal this good never tastes the same after you’ve nuked it outside of the restaurant.

On the other hand, I’ll make my way back North next weekend to catch the tail end of the Music Academy of the West Festival. You’ll know where to find me in the likely hours of 11 – 2.

We sat outside. I'm a sucker for ambiance. Photo credit: Scarlett Begonia

We sat outside. I’m a sucker for ambiance. Photo credit: Scarlett Begonia

Do you have a memory that instantly puts a smile on your face every time you revisit that memory? One particular afternoon during a family reunion several years ago does just that. We were on a seven-day Alaskan cruise aboard the Princess line, and while I returned home with more highlights than I could capture in one Facebook photo album, this particular memory tops the list.

It was mid-itinerary as we sailed through the Inside Passage, which meant that it was time to unzip the luggage, push aside the cold-weather apparel and pop open the bottles of wines we were saving for this very moment. This was also the moment that would make the additional investment in balcony rooms worth it.

While some tended to uncorking the wines and our private outdoor seating arrangements, the others approached the dining buffet to pile plates high with meats, cheeses, crackers and other satisfying carbs, grapes and melons. 

Out on the balcony, glass after glass of reds and whites were poured, a soft, cool breeze accompanied our lazy banter while the sun lit up the serene, cobalt-colored passage as we steamed past bits of glacier here and islets there.

This was summer in Alaska, and on that afternoon some yoga pants, a zip-up jacket and a scarf was just right. In between the sipping, munching and laughter I’d stop to look over our balcony and listen to the persistent whooshing as the water gave way to the huge ship. After that I would pour myself another glass of wine.

I also looked up, down and sideways and as far as I could see we seemed to be the only ones out here. It was probably better that way; the number of empty bottles seemed to influence the volume of our conversation. We continued to uncork the grown-up grape juice anyway.

At that moment, we had nowhere to be except for down memory lane, recounting past family reunions in Hawaii, Chincoteague, Florida. At the same time, we took in the present; we were on our own private balcony, floating through the fjords of Alaska’s greens and blues and grays, reds and whites in-hand.

My sassy aunt, verbose grandfather, wisecracking Uncle and brother-in-law among others also made for quite the entertainment out on our private patio. Everyone was happy and thoroughly enjoying each others’ presence. It was perfect.

Fresh air, the outdoors and good company have the ability to recharge the mind and spirit if you can pause long enough to let it, and aren’t too tipsy to appreciate it. Despite all of the wine, we accomplished both.

603431_10100607095472757_1733666602_n