Wild Mountain Café
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.
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