Saturday morning Chris and I went to Brian's, a tiny looking place right on the corner of Orange & Virginia. The plaid red curtains beckoned to me just a tiny walk from my front door.
We came in and the lady was friendly in a genuine way, not just that "i'm forced to be nice to you" attitude. Plus the place was way bigger than either of us thought. I liked not having to fight for a table.
We ordered coffee. Now that simple sentence may imply a simple act but I assure you that for us to be awake and out in public before 9am on a saturday that coffee needs to be delicious. Not burnt, too strong, too weak, or otherwise untasty. It was perfect. They even had a pitcher of cream of the table so when chris added his gallon (probably!) of cream we didn't have a mountain from those plastic buckets.
Chris ordered the strawberry stuffed french toast & I had the breakfast burrito. 1st up though was the sweet buns. Now, I am not a donut, danish, or sweet morning food kind of person. As you can see on the menu though these were supposedly good. Plus once she placed them on the table the intense cinnamon smell sucked me in. They were amazing, I mean, Amazing.
The amazing carried through the whole meal. Chris' bacon was as good as grandma's. My burrito was yummy. Nothing gourmet or fancy but good real cooking. What really stuck both of us was how friendly everyone in the entire place was. They all seemed genuinely concerned that we had a good breakfast. and we did!
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