In the neighborhood of Lake Wood, an area I wouldn't normally visit, sits The Breakfast Club called out only by the sign out front saying "Cafe". It is what you would imagine from a hole in the wall for locals only joint; the walls are covered in photos, the table has a slight stickiness and your coffee cup is never empty.
Elyse had stopped in here a time before and swore they had the best hollandaise sauce ever and I never say no to breakfast food.
For a small penny, we received huge plates of breakfast that included delicious breakfast potatoes. And don't forget the coffee, I lost track of how much I drank but I never saw the bottom of the cup. Unfortunately, Elyse was stuck with my singing and dancing all the way back home after breakfast.
I looked a bit like this...
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