Dear Bacon Bloody Mary,
I had never fathomed such a lovely start to a morning until a recent and gorgeous July Sunday in Napa Valley.
“Here,” Kristin had said when we discussed our post-winery breakfast between she, Abby and I. “The Boon Fly Cafe.”
She read some reviews, and the three of us were off to the cute little farmhouse-style restaurant.
BBM, I never knew you, such a lovely treat existed. But there, in the air dining room of Boon Fly Cafe, I saw your first mention, written neatly in white chalk on a blackboard.
Bacon. Bloody. Mary
My eyes lit up.
Bacon. Vodka. Tomato. Yes. Please.
And so, we sat down and ordered.
I knew the moment I laid eyes on you … Your crunchy bacon goodness in a sea of spicy tomatoey cocktail. Heaven.
I don’t think I could have paced myself if I tried.
Oh, bacon … You were perfection. And, when dunked into my drink, little crunchy bite after little crunchy bite … There was little I could do to keep from finishing you off before my eggs were served.
And yet, I tried.
And when you were gone, I savored every last bit of the remaining drink. The cold spicy sweetness rolling over my tongue, down my throat.
Oh, BBM. I love you so.
Cheers to being the best momentary pause in Napa wine drinking history.
In case you need more photos of the most adorable breakfast spot in Napa, Boon Fly Cafe, located at Carneros Inn …