Breakfast With Champions

After an hour long wait, we were seated at the corner booth in the back. Nice. Perry's Cafe has become a Sunday tradition - for the past 5 years or so, at least twice a month Marie and I have our breakfast, usually after 12 noon, at this old school greasy spoon diner. The food is delicious. Period. And the service is something that I find entertaining - with the waitresses carrying up to 7 heavy plates, running around like champions, never letting your coffee cup be less than half filled. And the cook with the headphones on, rocking out while preparing my grilled cheese with mayo, lettuce, tomato and avocado, is quiet a spectacle on his own.

Many of the patrons frequenting this place might seem like they just stepped out of a Quentin Tarantino movie. Perry's Cafe has character. And it's real. It is a place you might find in the heartland of America somewhere, so every time we eat here, Marie and I feel like we're taking a trip out of town. Brian and Mayte had taken a trip out of their town to come and visit San Diego once again, and Marie and I were excited to introduce them to our favorite breakfast house. Lorin, Chris and Mike seem to enjoy this place too - spinning their heads and commenting on the atmosphere and then becoming totally quiet once the food is served and they have their hands and mouths busy. We had been telling them about this place for a while, and they always thought we were talking about a Paris Cafe. Nope. Nowhere near Paris. This is some classic American breakfast place that will take care of your late late Sunday morning cravings after a late late Saturday night.

Stuffed. Happy. And in need to digest. Headed over to the movie theatres to check out Without a Paddle. Without a doubt, this movie has it's classic moments. Funny.

I wish Perry's Cafe were serving dinner.

Krassy Can Listen To It: "Our World" by LTJ Bukem