Yesterday was the last day of spring break, so my mom and I headed out to breakfast at my favorite diner, the Village Restaurant in Hardwick, VT. It's the gosh darn cutest little diner in the world. It's not especially well-decorated, it's small, and you can tell it's seen better days, but I love it for some reason. And it's always the same two people working-- one cook, one waitress. Always. I ordered a veggie omelette (no cheese) and homefries, but I had to refuse the toast. Sad, sad day-- their toast is to DIE for. Homemade bread. Drool. My mom got eggs, homefries, bacon, and also refused the toast.
The cook is a goofball and not afraid to comment on what you're eating, what he overheard you saying, etc. When I was taking the picture, he called out something along the lines of, "No cheese, no bread, why take a picture of it?!" I told him I was dairy and gluten free and he was semi-satisfied. I agree though-- no good diner breakfast is complete without a slab of toast. Sigh.
I went outside for a run and came back to find MUFFINS cooling on the counter. I leave the house for half an hour and look what happens! That place is magic, I tell ya! Also within that time span, Elsa the demon cat pooped on my bed. Sooo...I guess things balance out.
We had dessert for dinner: gluten-free strawberry shortcake. Ope, here comes that drool again.
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