I can't read the menu without my glasses, so I finally give up and just order what I want to eat. She will tell me if they can’t handle it, right?
Two eggs, over easy, bacon, home fries with onions and sour dough toast. “Don’t you want to try one of our biscuits?” she asks. I am already being adventurous ordering eggs over easy so I tell her “why not?”
When my food arrives I discover I have stumbled into one of the few remaining down-home cafe’s left in America.
Nothing frozen. Everything cooked fresh. And a cook that knows what the heck Over Easy means. Bacon that is not too done, not too chewy and tastes like it was cooked in a seasoned cast iron skillet. Home fries with onions cooked to perfection and served in a generous portion. A freshly baked biscuit that is at least 3 inches tall.
Yep, I have died and gone to heaven right here in Wickenburg, Arizona, population 5000.
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