Joy, joy, JOY!!!!!

I mean, seriously, is there anythign better than fingers, sticky with syrup; a belly full of pancakes and at least 2 types of breakfast meats; a veritable parade of urbanistas recovering from their Friday night festivities and stumbling into my restaurant; and the undivided attention of my dads drilled in on me like a Klieg light? I think NOT!

Diner, My Diner, I love thee!