This morning I had every intention of snagging breakfast with my long-time pal at a spot in my hood but alas we were surprised to find that they were closed for renovations (Tilikum, see you again soon). Not ones for wallowing we immediately changed course to our old hood to a longtime favorite and it did not disappoint. The Fat Hen in Seattle's Ballard neighborhood is tiny, busy, and beyond delicious. It has been at least a year since I've walked through its doors and smelled its warm bread and comfort. We waited outside and perused the menu in anticipation. The fall breezes and grey skies set the stage and I sipped my coffee excitedly. Why is food (and familiar food at that) something that can just elicit so much emotion? It's amazing. Anyway, we finally sat and enjoyed grapefruit mimosas (fastly becoming my favorite breakfast beverage of choice, with coffee of course) and I had their amazing alla boscaiola which is eggs in tomato sauce with sausage, mushroom, and mozzarella. Umm, yes please.