You have to pardon my imagination when I visualize Indian sitting on feral terrain when dining at a place called Wildflour Cafe + Bakery (BGC), which when pronounced sounds more like Wild Flower. The place of course is the opposite, with its prim and proper decorum, complete utensils and ladies in waiting. If any, it’s BGC corner lot posh and veers away from the blue-collar combo meals.
But I am neither posh nor blue-blooded, only green loving, but then again, I can also do wild—with piercings and tattoo on the side which I bet you didn’t know. Getting into the wild flower character, I ventured to order something anomalous that required memorization and spelling skills: Mediterranean Vegetable Tartine. A tartine is an open-faced sandwich, and Mediterranean and vegetable are as simplistic as they could get.
Truth be told, I ordered the Mediterranean Vegetable Tartine not because I wanted to play peculiar (already am) or piss off the server with long names (wanted a tip, so un-pissable). Summoning the vegan mode, this was the best thing on the menu with hummus, arugula and what tasted like roasted eggplant. If Wildflour were a dish, this would be it: smoky, light and veggie wild—I kid you not!
Of course bellies must be filled so other orders were made: Crispy Potatoes and Macaroni and Cheese. Well they were more of sidings really, but loaded with enough carbs to enable us to walk home, in theory. The potato wedges were crisp yet addictive in their odd sizes with a wee bit of dip good for one bacon lover. The Macaroni and Cheese was served on that mini casserole which conjured home cooked meals and tasted just that way. Creamy, satiatingly cheesy yet still firmly gourmet, this is a mac and cheese to crave for and worth all that walk.
More wild explorations to Wildflour Cafe + Bakery are stipulated, especially with their desserts, sweets and other fares. Meantime, gotta save up on kinetic energy and currency, since I seem to be running low on both. Unless someone gives me a ride. Or cash. Or both.