This morning we had breakfast right off the freeway in Centrallia, WA at Country Cousins, which sells old fashioned food. Four of us breakfasteers, and four great breakfasts: waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage. My friend ordered the “ one hundred fifty mile breakfast”. I downed biscuits and gravy. Good biscuits outside of a home are a treat. Our waitress was jolly, looked like she also liked the biscuits and gravy. Our conversation was good, and meaningful. The youngish employees wiped down the real antique bikes, and actually washed down banisters. Candy was piled in jars waiting for us to buy. Prices were right. We had our own coffee carafes so we never ran out. There all the employees, everyone, seemed to do their best. Everyone had an investment in the restaurant.
We could have had breakfast buffet for free at the motel. But they did not brew decaf because not enough people were staying at the hotel to warrant it. And the multi-colored fruit loops simply did not make it. I may come to accept the Fruit Loops, but today was not the day.