John's Cafe

To wrap up a really fun weekend, we decided last night to go out for breakfast this morning to our favorite place, John's Cafe, on lower Greenville.  It's the best breakfast in town and draws people from everywhere--some are such long time customers that they feel totally content getting up, grabbing a pot of freshly dripped coffee in either hand, and walking around from table to table, refilling perfect strangers coffee.  Yeah...it's that kind of place.  Families with little kids, oldsters, youngsters, the well to do, the less well to do, and groups of Police, with their Police partners.  You can't go wrong with anything on the menu but a short stack of John's famous pancakes, with a side of bacon, coffee, and a water, is my fav.  Fred goes more for the breakfast special:  2 eggs done any way you want, hash browns, bacon or sausage, with biscuit or wheat toast, and coffee.  Go with the biscuit if you want a truly spiritual experience.  Fred also knows I can never finish my short stack, so he always eats the rest of mine, too.  Sort of the best of both worlds.

Fred made a new little friend this morning who was sitting in the booth behind us, with his two sisters and parents.  I had started smiling and flirting with him first, and then I told Fred to turn around and look.  He did and they began a game of " I see you" that went on for quite awhile, until his dad told Fred "Most men wouldn't like it if a man was flirting with their wife".  Fred told him " I'll overlook it this time" and we all laughed.  McFlirt was right around 2, blonde headed, and full of personality.  If I hadn't been so full, I'd have eaten him, he was that cute.

Sis and her dad have already had their first, and I hope last, kill of the day.  Yep...they got a squirrel the minute we got back and have thrown it in the trash can at the back, that already smells like pure deeeee hell.  Think a previous verrrry unlucky gray furry friend, whose been sizzling and marinating in there for a few days, and you get the drift on the stench.  Peeeee, yewwwwwww.  I'm surprised there's not some buzzard somewhere that can smell it.  Thank heaven for the trash guys tomorrow.  Grrrrross.