Downtown East Lansing no longer bears much resemblance to my high school stomping grounds, but some things have remained the same. I ventured there the other week to try something new by revisiting something old: breakfast at Beggar’s Banquet, which has been there since 1973 and was a regular spot for huevos rancheros with my dad growing up.
It’s still cavernous, with a labyrinthine floor plan and a large bar. Naturally, it has all the brunch cocktails you could ask for. I decided to abstain this day, but I can’t say the bloody mary with honey-sriracha pork belly, fried chicken and a cornmeal waffle as garnishes wasn’t tempting.
Rye Up Your Alley…