Gravy

We went there one week for breakfast, and had a wonderful meal. Good gravy and biscuits, good eggs, the whole thing. The next time, both of our meals were so greasy as to be difficult to eat. So we decided to give them one last chance for breakfast. Alas! They serve Stumptown coffee, which was made too weak and thus tasted icky. Some friends came in and joined us, and immediately afterwards, in came an accordionist. So, we couldn't hear each other talk. The pools of grease on the plates, though, was quite evident. Ick!

posted by vj @ 7:47 PM