It took a few reconnaissance passes before we got permission to land (not really. Dave just couldn't find the address! -c.) When we saw that it was a storefront in a strip mall, our hearts fell. Surely this would be limpid eggs, swimming forlornly in pools of grease... But we went inside anyway. Fortunately, our first impressions were wrong.
The inside was astonishingly clean, with some very nice chalk artwork on the walls. An assortment of people were tucking in to their breakfasts with plates piled high. A family, a few old friends, and another couple were all chattering and munching happily. A waitress appeared and sat us down with the menus. Coffee arrived for Catie and OJ came for me, and we made our selections. My OJ was delivered in a can, with a frosty glass. No pretensions here, which I like.