William Hallet. Made with pound cake instead of bread, this French toast must have weighed in at some 2,500 calories or more. The joke was on me. I never order sweet things for brunch, but I always want to, and on this occasion, I decided to go for it.
Did I forget to mention the mound of fresh whipped cream (which I don't care for) on top? How about the apple compote, a sad display of chopped apples sautéed not long enough in butter? Seriously, this monstrosity was too decadent to really eat, but I gave it my best.
I ate one slice during the meal and had to take the rest home. A few days later, I remembered it was in the refrigerator and reheated in the oven (sans whipped cream, of course). That's when it hit the spot.