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| - I discovered Mister Steer at about eight this morning as I wandered the streets around my hotel seeking an alternative to what would undoubtedly be a twenty-five dollar Sheraton breakfast. The happy-looking steer wearing a cowboy hat beckoned me and, always the sucker for an animal that knows that as long as it remains a successful logo, it won't end up on someone's plate, I stopped in.
Today was Mister Steer's lucky day. Too early for burgers, I settled on a tasty diner breakfast: two pancakes, three strips of bacon (the pig wasn't so lucky), two eggs (those poor unborn chickens), potatoes, toast and coffee, all for about thirteen dollars, including the tip. Not bad at all! Also, I was in and out in about forty-five minutes, which left me with plenty of time for a last minute trip to Simon's before checking out and beginning the long drive back to Boston.
So, all you buckaroos and buckarettes, if you're looking for a diner that opens early, serves good food at a reasonable price with friendly, quick service, give Mister Steer a shot--but not literally, of course.
Yee haw!
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