We needed some work done on our car and didn't know how long it would take so we walked over to Abby's for breakfast. I did my research ahead of time and knew it was very nearby.
Okay, we are standing at the counter looking at the menu. My husband catches the eye of someone that works there. This guy stared a hole through my man the size of Venus. Instead of asking what we'd like to order he asks: Where are you from? Where do you live? How long have you been here? The interrogation annoyed me so I announce that I'll have the spinach omelet with wheat toast and a glass of orange juice. My voice snapped him out of his trance and he wrote down my order.
We sit ourselves in the dining room. There were about 7 or so people already seated. The crowd was very blue color, one guy even had a gun on his hip. The dining room is a spacious with tables placed throughout. It sorta reminded me of a banquet room with tables set up for a conference or a wedding reception or graduation party.
On to the food. My spinach omelet consisted of chopped, frozen spinach that was defrosted before it made it's way into my eggs. To my surprise, my omelet came with cheese.....American? I ate half of the omelet and half of the hash browns. Here comes the guy again to ask my husband more questions about his background and to peddle his Italian pastries that he can provide for special occasions. Seriously, I thought we were on some hidden video type program the way he couldn't take his eyes off my man.
Overall, mediocre food.