I love going out to breakfast. Who doesn't? You pretty much have to not have a soul to hate starting your morning with food someone else cooked for you.
My friend Maggie and I started a pseudo-tradition of going to breakfast before work on tuesday mornings. It's a nice time to formulate plans, discuss the looming day, make fun of people and things, and otherwise puts us in a good mood before we have to go to our jobs and deal with the part of public that isn't pouring us coffee in a pleasing manner.
So, one day, over my Keltic Kitchen pancakes, Maggie says "we should have a newspaper column where we rate breakfast places" which is when I threatened to start this blog. I've seen my threat through Maggie. I win.
Anyways, I still haven't decided how to approach this, other than eating food, telling you how delicious it is and stealing the hilarious idea for a title from maggie (some of you will get it, others will not).
And there you have it, the birth of a Cape Cod Breakfast Blog.
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