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| - I effing love this place, and I don't care what anyone says.
Maybe other places have fancier, fluffier brunch dishes, but Bus Terminal serves it up old school; milkshakes, bacon, Hollandaise sauce, eggs (just....eggs....) and toast, covered in butter.
Sometimes the service is brutal, but I don't care, because once I'm devouring a plate full of chocolate chip pancakes, I tend not to care about the world beneath my feet, just that my pancakes are fluffy, chocolately and beyond anything you could ever imagine.
Sometimes the tables, they are stick. But I don't care, because once I bite into those delicious, not too much, not too little home fries, the angels gather above and hum a low tune, reminding me that food should only be this good when you're an angel yourself.
Sometimes, you never get a glass of water, even if you ask like 6 times because they're busy, but I care not, for the toast, she is a drenched in enough creamery butter to bring on fierce angina.
You're getting the picture, right?
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