bottomless coffee… what a treat

This morning for brunch we had bottomless cups of coffee, pancakes, fluffy scrambled eggs, sausage, blueberry muffins, hash browns… it wasn’t a dream. There is an American restaurant in Grenoble. And it serves Sunday brunch two times a month.

The owner is an American married to a French woman. I think she does the cooking. But she makes food he must really like. The dinner menu includes hamburgers on buns, catfish and cheesecake for dessert.

Brunch was good. It would have been a wee bit better if we hadn’t kept Kaitlyn out late last night at a cookout.. she was a bit grumpy and got in an argument with us over whether or not she is a big girl who can wield a knife to cut her own muffin. (We won that argument, but others in the restaurant who had to listen to her hollering were the real losers.)

The owner says he’s already booked for Thanksgiving. But we can get our traditional meal with all the trimmings if we’re willing to eat it on a day other than Thursday. Works for me. I think I’ll have to make reservations for that.

One Response to “bottomless coffee… what a treat”

  1. D.A.D. says:

    Since the rest of France doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving anyway, you can claim it to be on any day you want. How French that would be!

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