We got into town shortly before this little place was closing. It's packed to the gills with kitschy antiques and an abundance of red,white and blue. Apparently the owner lost a son in the war and the town's street was named for him. There are pictures, candles and memorabilia in his honor. Very heart breaking. The waitress was cheerful and attentive. Although we knew it was closing time, she didn't rush us. The menu is HUGE and has a wide variety. We ordered breakfast and it was terrific. The omelette must have had 5 eggs in it! We saw (but didn't order) dinner-plate-size cinnamon rolls. Looked yummy. My hubby had bread pudding and said it was excellent. We were pleasantly surprised at how good the food was here. Great stop!
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