Why I eat at a First watch Restaurant?

 

 

I eat at First Watch because it feels like a compromise between indulgence and responsibility. The bright, clean atmosphere, the little carafe of fresh juice, the avocado toast with just the right sprinkle of salt—it all screams "health-conscious adult," even if I'm secretly here for the million-dollar bacon and a stack of pancakes the size of a hubcap.

I tell myself it's not junk food because everything comes with a sprig of parsley or a wedge of lemon, and they call things "power bowls" instead of “bowls of cheese with some kale for decoration.” I rationalize the giant skillet of potatoes by reminding myself it's brunch, not lunch, and that "brunch" has magical loophole energy. The menu has words like “antioxidant,” “organic,” and “superfood,” which must mean I’m doing something right—even if my fork keeps drifting back to the chocolate chip pancake I said I’d just “taste.”

So, no, I’m not eating junk food. I’m nourishing myself—with artisan toast, ethically sourced syrup, and a side of very crispy, totally necessary, emotionally supportive bacon.