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| - Breakfast is not merely the most important meal of the day, it is also Step One in the All-Purpose Hangover Cure. Nothing beats a head and heart full o' pain like a cholesterol breakfast, a few gallons of caffeine, some not-quite-challenging conversation, followed by a long nap (with or without romance) and pre-installation of tomorrow's hangover.
First time there, we waited about fifteen minutes to be seated. Everyone working there was way beyond pleasant. There's a coffee station before you even get IN the door, which is a nice pre-emptive strike. Once inside, you'll think you're not attached to an ungodly shopping mall.
Here's where we deduct stars:Just a bit crowded. Just a bit smallish portions. Just a bit bland. We were able to bump into another couple and shared a table, which got us seated a bit more quickly. She and I had the hash special, he and my wife had the seriously hot cheese and chorizo. Had I only experienced the hash, and not heard reports about the other plate, I wouldn't even write a review. Sure, it was a special, so perhaps they hadn't thought it out completely. They did, though, have time enough to write every single stinking ingredient on the huge blackboard. (I considered editing the writing to include "May not appeal to diners who want to taste something other than the tines of their fork.")
I tried my level best to hear the conversation of the friend sitting just opposite me, but was stunned when he told me he had received approval for a one hundred seventy foot wind turbine in his back yard. Oh, wait. At your FACTORY, in THAT back yard. That's very different, then. (Yeah, it's noisy.)
Free wi-fi. Adorable waitresses. I'll try something different next time and repost.
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