It wasn't that long ago that I was walking through my beloved Market Square with a co-worker early in the morning when the smell of bacon came wafting gently to my nose. It was a faint smell- so faint, in fact, that I barely recognized and indeed said to my co-worker "you know what they need in Market Square? You know what would make this THE downtown Mecca or food? An all-American, good old, greasy spoon diner."
"Have you been to Cherries?" Inquired the co-worker.
"Alas... I've not. What is that place? And more importantly... do they serve bacon?"
Cherries is the perfect little hole-in-the-wall greasy plate, get your day started right kind of a place. Everything about this place is near-perfect: The coffee is good, the forks are cheap, there is a small counter, and a TV playing the Today Show that no one is really watching, and the staff is three old people, who are constantly bickering and fighting. I once heard the waitress (the one one in there) say to another customer "you can order that if you want, but it'll take a long time. He [i'm assuming the cook] hates making that and he is already in a terrible mood." It was at this point that the cook poked his head out of the kitchen and yelled sometime indeterminate and the waitress said "see? So what else do you want."
I'm not giving this 5 stars because the food is good, but not AMAZING... but then again, it isn't supposed to be! Also the coffee comes in a styrofoam cup, not a mug and it can get crowded in the small space. Be sure to carve out an hour for breakfast... it may not take that long, but it certainly is a possibility.