So first it was pretty relaxed this morning thanks to being an hour away from packed house time. Give it an hour and it becomes 3/4ths social hour and 1/4th ticked off people wishing people would stop talking and get out of their way because they need to find their cheese guy. Or whatever it is they desperately need. Personally, my favourite stop would be the soap lady, who sells the best soap and is not overpriced. The Soap Shack.
But today was all about food and nothing but. Our first absolute-must stop is for coffee. No good decisions can be made before the first sip of dark roast. Today Stephane went for a medium roast from Bolivar; mine a dark roast from someplace rich (or I assume, didn't actually look at the canister at time.) And in a spontaneous feeling patriotism, a shot of maple syrup. I hate sugar in my coffee but I can make an exception for boiled down tree sap.
The next important stop, breakfast. After a walk around and a stop to pick up a homemade, baked on site, cinnamon roll with cream cheese icing, we hit the breakfast booth. I don't know what the booth is called but it the one with Tammy's famous breakfast sandwich and is the original famous breakfast sandwich. It is crunchy in all the right places and soft and savoury and on my list of things that make me happy. Can you tell?
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| ...likely shouldn't be allowed to play with others... |
Stephane was good and stuck with the eggs (minus the yolks) and ham breakfast. It comes with beans and apparently, beans is what makes Stephane happy.
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| Stephane's "got beans" face... |
On our way out, we stopped at Tony's Pastries and picked up some treats for later.
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| ...happiness on a plate... |
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