Friday Morning when Jon, Jodi, and I decided to head for breakfast, we were advised to try the diner on the lower level. Having read about Hathaway’s on Roadfood, I thought it may be a nice idea. It’s a good thing we were not in a rush.We ordered weak coffee, eggs, toast and the goetta. The place was clean and bright. Although it wasn’t too busy, we watched food sit in the window for quite some time. I thought for sure that Jodi was going to hop over the counter and start running food herself, when she caught the manager’s attention and told him to get the food out of the window.When our food arrived, it was hot and cooked well. It’s not hard to cook a good breakfast, but to keep eggs from over poaching in the window – well, that just takes practice.
Time for the chapter president’s meeting. I have a hard time sitting still at all, never mind in a convention center for hours on end. I just need a little room to fidget, and I can be okay. Just don’t give me a click-y pen.
It’s a good thing we had a cocktail hour before dinner, we certainly needed a little down time.
Dinner Friday night was at Boi Na Braza, a Brazilian steakhouse nearby. There was a group of 12 folks. And then the meat gorging began.
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