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| - I don't go out to breakfast much. One, the lines. I got better things to do with my life than wait an hour for a meal. Two, I may not be the world's best chef, but I can cook an egg or two, fry some bacon, make pancakes and waffles. But when you're on vacation, staying at a hotel, you don't want to eat the continental breakfast every day. We'd walked by Dottie's the day before eating here and it looked like you could get right in, maybe because it's off the main drag through town. So we came back, and got right in. Yay!
It's got kind of a nice diner feel inside, which is how I like my breakfast restaurants. The waitress was friendly. Restaurant's a little on the small side, but nobody had to wait more than a few minutes while we were there. Bathrooms are in another building, which is a little odd, but whatevs.
Food was friggin good, and just different enough to set itself apart. I had the Southwestern, which, get the Southwestern. It is a ton of food, and de-friggin-licious. You got your andouille sausage, all your normal veggies, on top of perfect eggs, served with what tasted like homemade tortillas (at least not store bought) to scoop it up with. Add hot sauce, it's good. Tanya had black bean cakes and eggs, which were also great. The cakes were so tasty and the texture so enticing.
We had a really great southwestern breakfast that I could not have made at home, and we didn't have to wait. Doesn't get much better than that. Though, does anyone know what the racket is with orange juice at breakfast places? Everywhere I've ever been charges an arm and a leg for half a cup of OJ. Oh well.
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