Fried Pound Cake (Food Memories of 2011, No. 4)

Here's another recent food memory from this year: the "French toast" I got for brunch last month at a new restaurant in Astoria (NY) called 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.