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I like this Village Inn. It is close to home, cheap, and I've never had a bad meal there.
My brother and I went there when he was in town last month. As we are pulling up we notice a guy sitting at a folding table by the entrance with a clipboard. Oh crap, I am starving and just want some breakfast, but I have to get through the hurdle of some annoying survey/petition guy. I am not against petitions, just ask me to sign things after I've had a few drinks at the bar, not before I've had breakfast. My brother says he just tells them he's Canadian. Brilliant, I love my brother. So ask we are walking in the guy asks if we are registered to vote. Without missing a beat, I said yes, in Canada. The guy says he likes Canadians.
So we made it in and they showed us right to a booth. I sat down and hit my special purpose on a hard piece of metal. OUCH! My side of the booth had absolutely no cushioning where I sat down. Maybe a gigantic regular sits there every day and has worn down the cushion. Who knows? Anyway I scooted all the way in and the other side was padded. After all that drama we got down to the business of ordering. I got strawberry banana French toast, and it was great. The service was decent, and the food was good.
I didn't get to see the cast of Cocoon that Thomas S. did, and I am kind of disappointed that no one let out a loud embarrassing fart while I was there. We would have been rolling. All the random stuff that happened kind of made breakfast entertaining.
I left satisfied, and I would probably go back at some point in time.
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