Seattle

Oh, Wild Mountain Cafe, why did it take me so long to find you? I drive by your lovely eggplant facade every day on my way to work but it took a serious breakfast craving for me to stop. If I had known about the stellar potato goodness you keep hidden inside I would have been calling in late every day for the last year. Along with the delicious roasted garlic potato cakes, you serve slices of homemade coffee cake bigger than my head. Not that I can realistically eat all that sugar, but it's important to never give up. Something called a Piggy Patty Pile (French toast layered with sausage and fried eggs) makes me want to eat meat and gets me giggling over the name. Even though you made me wait (not too long though), you kept me content with your self-service coffee bar. I am already anticipating my next visit and this time I plan on conquering a cinnamon roll. Although you don't like it, your cozy eating spaces make me want to linger. But I suppose I could relinquish my seat and share your culinary wonders with the masses.

Photo:  Karen Watson