Sunday morning in September....breakfast to die for. I had the poor man's eggs benedict and the wife had an omlette. Short wait for seating was less than expected, given the number of motorcycles outside and the number of cars in the parking lot. The clientele was a mixture of people from locals to quasi-tourists. Waddled out of there -- the food was that good.
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