A whiny post.

For Father’s Day this year my dad wanted to go out for breakfast. We went to a place in town called the Blue Plate. They were clearly not prepared for a large influx of people. After waiting probably an hour, we waited more for food. I don’t like to complain about restaurants, I know the work is hard and I probably couldn’t do it. But seriously, the service was pretty crap and I’m sorry to say that the food I ate wasn’t much better. It certainly wasn’t worth the wait. This was called Eggs Normandy.

"Eggs Normandy" and home fries

It didn’t taste as gelatinous as it looks, but…eh.


The first few bites were ok but it quickly got overwhelming with mustard and grease. I couldn’t finish it – not that that’s necessarily a bad thing – and at the time of this writing am feeling a bit churned up in the gut. The home fries were not bad at least. However, I don’t believe I have any plans to go back.


About Pippi Longstomach

In my home all hungry times are one o'clock. -C.S. Lewis
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