Steady Eddy's Cafe and Stepping in the Same River Twice

My wife and I ate at Steady Eddy's Cafe in the Flint Farmer's Market on Saturday morning. Even after a late Friday night, I had a hankering for a sandwich we tried the last time we were there: The Four Star Veggie Club. It is "a double-decker layered with Monterey Jack and American cheese, hummous, avocado,tomatoes, shredded carrots, cucumbers, onions, sprouts and mayo on your choice of toasted bread." It's not the kind of sandwich I would usually order, but I gave it a shot and then woke up Saturday morning craving one.

There are two pieces that might help express my desire. First, if you arrive at Steady Eddy's later than 9, you usually end up waiting at least half an hour in a hallway lined with chairs and people cackling too loudly for a Saturday morning. When I woke up, I knew we wouldn't get to the Market before 9:30. Second, I wanted one bad enough to wake my wife (a great lover of sleep) and ask her to go with me. We went.

The stars were aligned for us because there was no waiting; there were even empty tables near us. We ordered our Veggie Clubs (and I ordered a side of potatoes to make sure I got my necessary carb count for the day). Mine was very good, and my wife was disappointed she forgot to ask for hers toasted. [I have been corrected. She did ask for it toasted. I was engrossed in the Flint Journal while she was ordering. My bad.] I know I will order it again, but probably not for breakfast. I am a great lover of breakfast. It's my favorite meal. And when done well, I like the traditional coffee, eggs, potatoes, and toast best.

But I remember how shockingly good the Club was the first time I had it. It was a cold day and we were eating breakfast with friends. I was feeling a bit adventurous and decided to try and sandwich for breakfast. It was amazing. The tastes melded together and were meticulously encapsulated between crispy pieces of toast. I remember laughing a lot that morning and going home satiated.

Heraclitus said one can never step into the same river twice, and I often feel like the example constantly proving him right. I love the river of Steady Eddy's Cafe and the Four Star Veggie Club. Knowing me, I will dream of that morning with friends, eating that sandwich and drinking coffee. I know I will eat it again and I will enjoy it. But I also know that the chances of every having that Club taste that good again is slim. The moment of discovery, that pleasant surpass of something new and wonderful, cannot be replicated.