Ate Sunday breakfast at the Nook while visiting town. This place has that neat hometown quality where the waitresses all seem to know everyone's name. Everyone else is called "Honey" or "Sugar". There is practically no atmosphere save a 1970's diner with faded painting on plate glass windows, stained ceiling tiles, and cramped tables. But it works spectacularly in lending a comfortable feeling to some pretty good food. Think omelets, pancakes, and greasy hash browns, not crepes and fresh fruit. But the best thing about this restaurant is the great service by people who genuinely seem to care.
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