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| - Close your eyes and imagine for a second heading back to your home town, back to that same place you go every time you're around for that food that always reminds you of your childhood. Lucky's Cafe is that place... on culinary steroids!
This quaint little place looks rather unassuming from the outside (it's tucked between houses on an otherwise residential street). But from the second you walk through the door you're embraced by the smell of fresh coffee. The pastry case calls out to you, it's sirens' song of fresh muffins, scones, and other sweet delights screams for your attention.
You sit, and are confronted with a menu upon which you notice all of the classics from pancakes to omlettes and various other concoctions that would be found on a brunch menu. The options are daunting. Local, farm-fresh ingredients lovingly prepared into flavor-packed deliciousness. And remember how I mentioned the coffee? Numerous coffee house drinks are available served in over-sized mugs. The black coffee was good and strong, and was enough to hit the spot.
If you are a meat-eater do not skip the pecan-crusted bacon... sweet, savory, nutty, melt-in-your-mouth, streusely goodness. Other personal favorites include the "Lucky Reuben" which though slightly different in it's preparation from other restaurants features house made corned beef and possibly the best thousand island dressing this reviewer has ever had. Watch for specials like the goat cheese, sweet corn, and blue oyster mushroom omlette, a filling and satisfying breakfast meal all in itself.
And now the down side... this is a 4-star review after all... Though the decor is comforting and the servers friendly and knowledgeable, the kitchen is slow. This is not a place you're going to be able to grab a quick bite on a Saturday before you dash off to the airport to catch a plane. Plan on a lengthy wait for a table, and on nursing the delectable cup of coffee that you'll order. The food is coming, albeit slowly, and you'll be glad you waited for it when it arrives, and that first glorious bite passes your lips.
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