Once a week, when people were bringing donuts to share, and eating their weekly breakfast tacos, and wearing their jeans, I found that my coworkers could let their hair down, just a teensy, and share something about themselves on-the-white-board.
And then one day, someone suggested we answer this one: “What’s your favorite word?”
But then again, these were l-a-w-y-e-r-s. Lawyers got words.
I would definitely have stolen their name to use as my Friday-word-for-the-white-board.
adjective – (of a person or their manner or speech) direct and outspoken; straightforward and honest
Forthright describes itself with few words. Even the cafe’s logo gives way to the classic vibe of Forthright – a simple white capital letter F, set in the middle of a black cube, turned on its side.
The menu is the kind you want to see on a Saturday morning, with selections like oatmeal and pancakes.
But if you leave without tasting Forthright’s chicken and waffles? Well, buddy-roe, you will be making a collossal, gargantuan, prodigious mistake.
Since we have a college son, we’ve had ourselves several plates of chicken & waffles. From Harlem to Houston, we’ve tried ’em.
But, I’m being my most forthright self here when I tell you that you cannot beat them here.
There’s this very pleasant hint of spice in the chicken. Very understated, but noticeably present. I had to ask the waitstaff, “What IS that spice that makes this chicken so good??”
He wouldn’t tell me. He tried to act like he didn’t know. “It’s the chef’s special blend,” he said.
Well, it’s special, all right. The French toast is good, too, but when that sweet man who married me gave me a bite of his chicken, he could tell that I liked his better and switched plates with me. (See what I mean? He’s sweet.)
This is the urban patio at Forthright in the summer – right now, it’s a little less leafy. But there are outdoor heaters if you want to sip hot coffee and watch the world go by.
I highly recommend a trip downtown on a nippy January Saturday morning. For a few dollars, you can ride the Metro from up North, get off at the Downtown station, stroll south a couple of blocks and have the best chicken & waffles you’ve ever put in your little Southern mouth. Walk it off on the trail at Lady Bird Lake, or rent a bike and pedal a while.
So there you have it. A word for the white board at your office, and a recommendation for the best chicken & waffles I’ve had so far in my long-legged life. Forthright.
Encouraging intentional adventure and a delightful breakfast with someone who will share,
PS – Thanks to all who followed me on Facebook and played the combo guessing game!