When we were out shopping some Kansas City garage sales this past weekend, a nice person overheard us talking about where we should have breakfast. “If you’re looking for a great breakfast, you HAVE to go to Kate’s Kitchen,” she said.
Sweet mercy, y’all. I’m glad she did.
Kate’s Kitchen is located in a little bit of a strip mall in Gladstone, MO and if you aren’t careful, you’ll miss it Even with my handy Droid telling me what to do, I drove right past the place TWICE.
There were people waiting outside to get inside, and in my experience that’s usually a pretty good sign that I’m about to have some decent food.
The wait wasn’t too tragic – about 10 or 15 minutes and kids believe me when I tell you I won’t mind waiting again and again for breakfast at Kate’s Kitchen.
The waitress was so nice, and seemed genuinely happy to be working at Kate’s on Saturday morning. She brought us a perfect pot of coffee and as I’m kind of a coffee cup snob/freak/weirdo, I was sort of in love with theirs. I like my cups old-style – nice and heavy with a handle that feels “just so” in my hand.
The special on the day we visited was scrambled eggs with avocado, bacon, mushrooms, a side of potatoes, and a beautiful marble rye toast. JD savored every bite (except the one I stole) and wondered how they managed to have each flavor really “pop” rather than sort of disappear into one another. His egg dish tasted so fresh, it was almost like they’d grown the avocado out back.
No eggs for me. It’s not that I don’t love ’em, Egg Mafia. Sure I do. But when I go out for breakfast I’m always, always, always going to choose something that’s at least 72% covered in syrup. Kate’s Kitchen did not disappoint.
That nice waitress with the constant smile practically had to wheel out my sourdough French Toast and bacon (called Ronnie’s Favorite). It was HUGE.
I have to tell you that without a doubt it was the best French Toast I’ve ever had, and kids, I’ve had a LOT of French Toast in low these many years. A lot. If you laid all the French Toast I’ve ever eaten end to end, it would circle Rhode Island.
The food was amazing, the restaurant was pristine, and the staff (we interacted with four of them) were all so happy to be at Kate’s I had to stop myself from ditching my storied career as a humor writer/marketing maven/fire baton twirler to become a full-time French Toast delivery person.
Just when I thought I couldn’t love Kate’s Kitchen any more – just when I’d drank enough Kate’s Kitchen Kool-Aid to turn even the worst grumpy-puss ever into a lifelong Kate’s Kitchen brand advocate, I read the back of their menu.
How much cute adorableness and heartfelt love can one person take on a Saturday morning? Answer: A lot, so long as it’s covered in warm syrup.
Kate’s Kitchen – 8002 North Oak Trafficway
Gladstone, MO 64118