Tuesday, August 12, 2008
No, no, no. Do not blame me. I did not choose this destination, nor would I.
It was my pregnant sister's fault. She was hungry and wasn't up to anything "strange". She wasn't even up to the breakfastly joys Frank's.
Nope, she wanted to go to Perkins and would not be stopped.
I blame my unborn nephew/niece.
In any case, there we were: me with eggs over easy, bacon and a side salad with no croutons; Mandy with a mushroom swiss burger with no bun. Fine.
What can I say? The bacon is small and thin and so insubstantial as to be created from oil and tissue paper. The eggs are far better. In fact, they're reasonably good, but I fear they could be addled with transfats. The salad? The bleu cheese dressing is okay--better than something from a bottle, but not something I'd ever seek out. I suspect the ranch might be better, but just barely.
No. Just no. This is a place with comfy booths and easy parking and a bland menu with enough variety to accommodate--generically--a whole family's tastes. That's good and necessary.
But I don't need to go back here.
That was a very naughty nephew/niece forcing this peculiar breakfast upon me. Appropriate revenge will be had involving lima beans and okra when the time is right.
~L
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