Monday, July 13, 2015


On a grey monday morning, I sat in the awning of the Frisco Inn.  The sign for Eggs Florentine had been tempting me for days.  The rains started to come down, and I inched closer under the covered awning.  A slow steady drip appeared down the corner of the overhang.

The Fiorentino were even better than anticipated.  Yellow creamy Hollandaise over cooked green spinach and a poached white egg.  The English muffin held just firm enough amid the yolk and Hollandaise drowning to pull through.

I sipped kaffie verkert under The Grasshopper's words Omnibus Idem

The same to all.

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