Breakfast!
Posted by Andrew on June 27th, 2009 -
I’m really enjoying breakfast lately… I stopped at “The Donut Shop” in Huron, OH for my 2nd breakfast and chatted with 6 older guys for a while. Small shop, no tables, just one long looping counter with stools, half of which were occupied. The questions started about 2 seconds after I sat down and came simultaneously from all directions. I managed to hold conversations about saddles, bike frames, camping, and someone’s son-in-law from Cornell that rides a fancy Italian bike - and eat my large muffin at the same time. While all of this was going on, I was promptly announced to anyone that walked in the door, “Hey Joe, this guy’s riding out to Oregon!” which, of course, kept the conversation moving along pretty well. I left when the conversation switched to fenceposts - someone’s wife is very particular about the height of the fenceposts, apparently to within the half-inch.
Topped by breakfast a few days later in Monroeville, IN at the Pour House… I met up with 2 other cross-country bikers, Jerry and Kris, also headed west, and we “camped” out at the pavillion in town. Monroeville has a fantastic air-conditioned community builing with a shower, washer, dryer, and ample fridge space. Great place to clean up, wash some clothes, and relax for an evening - thank you Monroeville! On our way back from dinner, we asked everyone we passed for a breakfast recommendation. The votes were split between the 3 restaurants in town (Kickin’ Chicken, Pour House, and White Dove), so we went back to the Pour House - dinner was good, so it was worth a try for breakfast.
I arrived a few minutes late, just as Dan, the cook, brought out a plate of poached eggs for Jerry. “I hope these are OK, I’ve never made poached eggs before, so I ran down the street to my Grandma’s house to ask her what to do. She sent me back with her egg-poaching pan.” Now that’s service! Grandma stopped by a few minutes later to check on the eggs - I’ve got a picture of myself, Jerry, Kris, Dan, and Grandma, will post it next week sometime. The pancakes were enormous (Dan made me an extra one because I looked hungry), and my side order of sausage turned out to be two quater-pound patties. No real maple syrup around - the fake stuff has corn syrup, high-fructose corn syrup, and I think it had plain old sugar too.

Ahhh hahahahahaha, I love this! You have me laughing out loud at my desk, I’m getting strange looks from passers-by. I’ve NEVER been anywhere with that kind of service. That’s so fantastic.
Guy, you made me smile with this posting. Be safe and tell some more tales.
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