Sometimes, I'm lazy. And by "sometimes" what I really mean is the overwhelming majority of the time. All it takes is a busy weekend or a brief cold and I've pretty much abandoned any productive tendencies I might have been entertaining. This would usually be the part where I apologize for being so late with this blog post.
Well, I'm not sorry. Why? Because every wrong I might have wronged against you will assuredly be righted when you go to Fire Island, per my advice. Because just look at that damn bread and tell me you aren't mildly salivating.
Fire Island is a quaint and homey little bakery in the middle of a cute old-fashioned neighborhood (or as old-fashioned as they come in Anchorage, anyway). They have a small but varied and creative selection of breads, sandwiches, croissants, muffins, scones, tarts, blah blah carbs and everything else everybody loves.
When I saw the focaccia bread, nestled snugly in its cute paper pocket, and absolutely smothered with vegetables and cheese, my total lack of self-restraint as I hastily snatched it into my hungry little hands was of little concern to me. Really, you don't know how much I love focaccia, and this looked downright delectable.
My eyes did not deceive me. The bread itself was a hearty whole-wheat with a well rounded flavor. It was salty (but not as much as mine. That's not really saying much, though) and stuffed with goodies before being thrown in the oven to turn everything an oozing golden brown. The pocket is incredibly practical (as well as attractive) and makes for a great on-the-go brunch. In fact, my only complaint would be that I came in the afternoon and the bread had lost that soft, melty-warm texture it has when its pulled right out of the oven. Note: wake up early next time.
To finish off was an adorable little pear tart. As I began munching on the outer edges it had a nice chewy texture and a lovely buttery flavor, but was maybe on the sweet side for my tastes. But then, the center! The center! Little did I realize that a small whole pear, poached in white wine, lay buried beneath the surface. It was really, really fantastic, and I left impressed.
I suggest next time you're in the area that you stop by and give this place a go. The employees were incredibly friendly and generous, and the place felt as cozy as home. And really, bread. I don't feel like I need more of an argument than that.
Fire Island Rustic Bakeshop
1343 G St