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| - Mom's Day. Dad's Day. Let's just make up one and call it Black Bear Diner Day, and I'll gladly go for breakfast, even if I have to endure a little wait.
The orange juice is freshly squeezed, comes in a large glass, and tastes like cutting an orange in half and making sweet oral love to it.
The food is really good. Everything except the bear claw, ironically, but really, everything else, from fresh fruit, to griddle items, to biscuits&gravy, to even a cheapo steak & eggs has been certified as yummy by either myself or a close family member anywhere from kid to grandparents.
Service ranges from acceptable to nice and friendly, and with the tiny bear paws running the length of their kooky suspenders as part of their uniforms, you hardly even notice most of them have freaky punky tattoos up and down their necks,etc.
Breakfast is a 4.5 over several occaisions, and I'm factoring in one late lunch experience at around a 3.75-4.
Black berry shake is a fizzle to the -ive point oh, fo' sho'
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