So here I am, a rainy day, waking up two blocks away, in an Italian neighborhood. The hydrants are painted Green-white-red, from top to bottom. Italian flags wave from overhead street lines, and front porches. "Today is the day," I say to myself.
I throw my clothes on, double take the full rack of umbrellas sitting by the door, and close the door without a one. In that two block walk, the rain manages to soak through the tops of my jacket, through my undershirt, and I can feel my shoulders, cold and wet. I weed my way past a couple, blocking the rampway to the front door. I stop in the breezeway to nod my head rhythmically to the Iggy Azalea song on the overhead speaker, something intoxicating about her voice.
Inside, I do a walk-through to get a feel for the layout and where I might like to sit. I walk back up to the hostess and ask for a window seat. I follow her to a far corner where a four-seater with a window view is open. She puts the menu on the two seater across the aisle, and I agree to take it. I figure they are reserving the 4-seater for a larger group.
I breeze the menu and their prices, locking onto my tried and true favorite, and most affordable thing on the menu: Two Eggs over easy, rye toast and hashbrowns for 7.95$. A coffee is already on the table, and I read the fine print atop the breakfast options "breakfast comes with coffee or tea, and a small juice." My orange juice comes in a small bar sized shot glass. Me and the server share a good chuckle over this.
Per usual, I ask the waiter for mustard and hot sauce. Which I proceed to drizzle and dash over every last inch of my food. The hash browns look crispy, and I can tell the yolks are runny under that glazed overcoat. I decide to write a blog entry detailing my experience, and fail to take before and after photos. So instead, I'll just give you "after" pics.
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