Following the advice of one of my Alaskan friends, when I
wanted to find a new place for breakfast this last weekend, I Googled “Best
Breakfast in St. Louis”. I located a
listing for a restaurant that was located (I thought) about a ten minute drive
from my apartment. It’s description
immediately brought to mind The Middle Way Cafe in Anchorage through use of key
words such as “organic” and “locally grown”.
Nostalgic for a bit of home, my Mom and I headed over to the Cafe Osage.
Now, recall that I have been a resident of St. Louis for all
of four days at this point. My ten
minute drive turned into more of a twenty minute adventure with an unanticipated
trip on to I-64, a missed turn at Lindell (which really wasn’t a missed turn)
and a quick stop to consult my IPhone’s map to figure out just where in tarnation I was.
After driving along a section of Delmar that is best
described as a rougher neighborhood, we were delighted to discover the cafe was
in a beautiful old building in a neighborhood that is slowly being
reinvigorated. Having personally
expected a place with the bustling energy and modern hippie feeling of Middle
Way, I was thrilled to find a cafe that had a refined but delightfully unique
personality.
The Cafe Osage is a small restaurant attached to the Bowood
Farms greenhouse. The entrance is
actually located inside the greenhouse, and there is seating inside the
restaurant, inside the greenhouse, and outside in a courtyard. The building has large windows that let in a
lot of natural light and fabulous transom windows between the restaurant and
greenhouse. It is a white napkin, full
service restaurant, and most of the patrons seemed to be there for breakfast
dates with friends.
While you can certainly get two eggs over easy, with bacon
and toast, who would want to when there are interesting sounding
variations on classics such as cheddar chive biscuits with gravy made from
creamed chicken, mushrooms, and leeks.
Mom and I are both suckers for chocolate, and when we discovered that
the whole grain pancakes were served with raspberry compote with white
chocolate sauce, we were sold. The
pancakes were as delicious as anticipated, and Mom and I contemplated the
probability of finishing off the generous servings. In the end, we succumbed to the sweet
raspberry compote and cleaned our plates.
At the end of the meal, the check was presented to us inside
an old library book enigmatically titled Drink and Be Sober. This unique touch sealed Cafe Osage as one of
my favorite new places in St. Louis. 
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