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| - I was one of four patrons on Memorial Day morning and had a special special breakfast at Yasi's Place.
Perhaps it was the fresh arugula picked that very morning from the mini garden outside the window, or the two fantastic ladies who did everything from taking my order to preparing my "scrambled du jour" (spinach, sun-dried tomatoes, topped generously with goat cheese and served with a side of aforementioned salad, thick, multigrain, grilled toast (yes, grilled) and best home fries i've ever had), to keeping me entertained while I waited at the little breakfast bar.
Could've been the pick-me-up coffee that didn't burn my tongue on the first sip, or the cozy surroundings, the shirt & shorts salt & pepper shakers, all cooking right in front of me at the breakfast bar or the usuals who just said hello and telepathically communicated their order to the folks who run the place.
It annoys me that I loved this place so much and yet I can't put my finger on why exactly Yasi's place made me feel like I'd dropped by home for nourishment.
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