Breakfast at Cafe 222 : A Review

Husband was sleeping.  Toddler was up.  The time was 6:30 am.  This is unreal.

After entertaining toddler with TV, drinks, and me snoozing on the couch, I heard the inevitable, the unavoidable:  "I'm hungry, mama."  Of course you are.  And why wouldn't you be?  It's been .. the time was 8:30 am.  ..that's right, 2 hours had passed.  It was time to get up and get on with it.

I dressed us and shuffled our dragging .. my dragging body to the car.  I was taking my girl out to breakfast!  {no bother with the hubby, better to let cavemen sleep.}  My intentions were to go somewhere fun, and wherever we ended up, it would NOT be at Denny's.

I knew of a little place downtown that a friend had taken me to before {to meet her then-boyfriend, which is an entirely different story} that I thought we would give another try.

I start panicking looking for change, thinking that I'm going to be forced to switch sails, but as miracles would happen, I found the one and ONLY meter open, with 35min remaining.  This is OUR day.

I drop in a few quarters to add more time, and we are set to eat.  Let's go, baby girl.

We stroll, hand-in-hand, owning this town, ready to order up anything on the menu.  We are SO money.  Inside seating for two, please.  No highchairs.  No boosters.  We've got this.

Drinks?  No thanks.  Brought our own because we like what we like.

Super simple.  We'll have the famous Peanut Butter and Banana Stuffed French Toast and a Bowl of Fruit.  Done.  No hassles.

The food came quick, the fruit was fresh, the french toast stuffed as promised.

We had nothing but smiles, and happy tummies.  A small box to go.  No complaints.  Nice tip.

We were off, on to the next Cafe, the next Culinary Adventure.  Life is short; taste the flavors.

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-Becky Charms

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