Yesterday they woke me up, insisted that I get dressed, then ushered me out to the family room where a pink princess table waited with a menu. As you can tell from the photo, this table was not built for adults. Much as I’d love to destroy this pretty plastic posession (note: my brother who has no children gave Jasmine the beloved table that we have no room for in our house) I thought it would be safer to sit on the sofa.
Well, I was treated to a lovely breakfast at The Brunch Cafe (they serve breakfast and lunch, hence the catchy name). Ovaltine, toast and a platter of sliced peaches, strawberries and blueberries for me, oatmeal and a glass of milk for the father. But before we even finished our meals, their hands were out for payment. It is a café after all. Not like we should be able to eat for free in our own home!
Granted, the prices are very good. I think I paid a dime for my meal. To each of them. Unfortunately, I was still on KP duty. I guess at those prices, what can you expect. Lunch set me back another 20 cents. They called up my brother and insisted that he have lunch at their café as well, only I had to pay for his meal. (And he didn’t sit at the pink plastic table either.)
I’ve been told that the café is open Sunday, Wednesday and Friday. But due to the initial success, they might be expanding their hours of operation, and the menu. Today at the grocery store they told me their father has requested filet mignon. I’m wondering how much that’s going to run on the menu. And who’s going to cook it…
Of course, with the prices they charge, they might be able to buy an ice cream cone from Rite Aid by the end of next week. Just think what they’ll earn by the end of summer!