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I knew exactly what I wanted. And I was going to get it. I imagined the feeling of swirling the smoothness around my tongue. Olives had been on my mind since the day before. And the fact that I had to wait to get em...well let’s just say the anticipation was a lot to bare. The way I described what I wanted the day before was almost a recount of what it was like the last time. And it served as the talk before the walk for what I was about to devour. The heap of Italian gold, nestled amongst a crumbled feta. I gently coaxed an olive into my mouth with a little nudge from my fork. The first bite sent a rush of bliss through my entire body. Ever so slightly dipped in brine, and ripe to perfection. It was hard to pull away, and I didn’t succeed until after I had enjoyed my fill. Even after the main course began, I kept going back to what began the night because it was that tasty. I see why putting one of these in a martini makes it dirty. But I wouldn’t want it any other way. #forkmegood #foodporn #foodwriter (at Boiler House)

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I tenderly cut through the layers with my fork before taking hold of what I could handle. After lathering the little pillow of bliss with the sweet sauce of a tall, chiseled, maple tree, I lifted my fork, eager in anticipation. My tongue met the fluff of pancake before it even got past my lips. I was thrown on a carousel of flavors, riding the beet pancake, while catching wind of the creamy cardamom. With a rising hint of mint, I lost control as my eyes rolled to the back of my head at a citrus crescendo. Wow. That was amazing. If for nothing else, I’d come back for this pancake. #foodporn #forkmegood #tampaeats #foodie😍 #brunchsohard (at Steelbach)

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It’s been a while since I’ve had a good stack. I’ve been more selective with my pancakes lately. And after a little dry spell, you can’t help but sit back and want to just admire the mouthful you’re about to take...anticipating how the syrup filled bite will expand in your mouth, painting the bed of your tongue and the roof of your mouth with indulgent decadence. #foodporn #forkmegood #tampaeats #brunchsohard #tampafoodie (at Steelbach)

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Unbeknownst to me, a pancake can be made out of beets. At first glance, I was pleased. A confectionary display of promising charm. But how does it taste? I had to find out... #foodporn #forkmegood #tampaeats (at Steelbach)

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What will you do to satisfy a craving? That’s right, pretty much anything. It’s addictive, we feel the pull, and it isn’t until we get the sweet release from having a mouthful of the thick, textured, traditional French toast that we can finally sit and chill. #forkmegood #foodporn #tampaeats (at Boca Tampa)

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Drip...drip...dear me. The sticky wet nectar from trees of maple came pouring out, dousing the thick cut bricks of toast. It created a little pool that mixed pleasantly with the cream and candied oranges. An orange creamsicle perched atop the bite of the long-awaited French toast before being swirled around, dancing bachata with my tongue. @bocatampa #forkmegood #foodporn #tampaeats (at Boca Tampa)

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I was craving brioche French toast for at least 24 hours. But it wasn’t the timing that got me, it was the crescendo of desire, begging to be appeased. To my disappointment, brioche had been taken off the menu. In its place, I was promised that the thick cut white toast would make a good substitute. I refused. But to my sheer surprise and dazzling delight, I was gifted an elaborate spread. My mind said no, my body said yes... #forkmegood #foodporn #tampaeats (at Boca Tampa)

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A swirl of dumpling, twisted to a point. The warm weight of dumpling rested beneath, waiting to be consumed. #forkmegood #nyeats #foodporn (at Drunken Dumpling)