Good Mornin' Lassies!

Well its Monday, which is terrible, but that means tomorrow is Tuesday! Which means breakfast with my favorite See You Next Tuesday Breakfast Clubber...

However, that is not what this post is about, this post is about what I (this blog's ovo-lacto-pesca-vegitarian) think about breakfast at the Keltic Kitchen in Yarmouth. First of all you can't start off any review of said restaurant without first mentioning the embieance. Its so cozy, you almost feel like you could take the much anticipated post-Keltic Kitchen Coma nap right there. First its warm, and its not just "we've been cooking" warm, its like crawling-under-the-blankets-next-to-a-crackleing-fire warm. The music is Irish folk, classic, not too loud. The waitresses are cheery (and foreign), if you sit at the breakfast bar you get the Eastern European broad, who is excellent at remembering that you like to dip your home fries in extra syrup. Sit at a table and you get...Mother Ireland, shes hilarious Irish, and excellent at remebering that one time you came in with a couple of Lads, (its like Jaesus, havn't I already got a mother who's worried about my single status?)

Normally I front on all things overly Irish (except for of course people who are actually from Ireland, and Ireland itself.) I was skeptical to go to the KK at first especially when I saw that the parking space divider lines are painted green (also it is worth mentioning that there are also clovers painted on the ground outside). Thats just the Scituate-phobe girl in me, this place is a little slice of Ireland 3 minutes away from my house.

Onto the food, What I get:
Breakfast tea, perfect, caffinated served in a little silver teapot.
French Toast, very good fluffy served with an icecream-scoop sized portion of butter.
Home Fries, best I've ever had. The consistancy is good so I don't need to coat them in salt to "make them crunchy". They are perfectly seasoned, no extra wierd crud in them, just potatos. The portion is gargantuan, I have never, nor will I ever be able to eat one "side" of Home Fries from KK by myself. I can't even do it with the help of Holly.

Tomorrow, I fear Miss. Holly that we must venture back out into the world of other breakfast restaurants... we'll chalk it up to adventure, and KK will always be there if we need to rinse a bad taste out of our mouths.
<3maggie