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1. its location (anything near Dovercourt might as well be home)
2. its name...I went to Graceland once, you know. It was far from a disgrace, FYI.
We finally went for the first time, and went a little late to expect a real brunch, and they were indeed out of eggs Benedict ("Benny") as well as hash browns. I had me some blueberry pancakes that were, as my sister called them, "dense". I think this is a good thing, but it is also this quality that leaves me unable to have more than, say, 3. Which was conveniently the number on my plate!
They said the syrup was "espresso-infused" but I couldn't taste it. All-around yummy, though.
I liked: the very nice and accommodating waitress and the jug of water at our table that allowed constant hydration and the PLAYLIST! I dug it so much that I had to remember that it wasn't my iPod playing on shuffle. Next time, I hope they will let me order the mac 'n cheese, cuz I hear it's good. ;-)
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