Sunday morning breakfast has been a tradition for as long as we’ve been a couple.
Not that chain restaurants aren’t good in their own rights. When the same entrees become old and tired, it’s time to find something new.
Last Sunday, we drove by two local, diner-type restaurants–they were both closed. Back to good old Cracker Barrel for usual fare.
Today, an old favorite, known for comfort food, let me down. Formerly, they had breakfast buffets on weekends. They were open, and we were the only, early morning diners.
It seems in the last nine years, due to the economy, the Sunday breakfast buffet was no more. They still were open with a lunch buffet on weekdays.
The quest continues for a mom-and-pop local breakfast restaurant–within a 20 mile radius. Food, prepared with love–because love conquers all.