It’s a cool cloudy morning as we step through the red,
orange and yellow leaves on the sidewalk to the Shady Lady. Inside, soft jazz
tunes welcome us as we admire the large horseshoe-shaped bar that dominates
the room. Red walls, stamped tin-tiled ceiling and sassy paintings round out the
décor.
There is only one thing to do – for one of us, at least. The
Bloody Mary arrives moments later. I sneak a sip and am filled with a day’s
worth of regrets. My lips burn -- then throat and stomach in turn. Who needs
coffee? I’m awake now. I’m filled with horrified admiration as I watch my
husband finish it off.
Breakfast is equally dramatic, in a fiercely good way. The
walnut and currant French toast is sided by fresh raspberries, blackberries and
blueberries. I feel so healthful as I pour on the syrup and devour. A side of
applewood-smoked bacon tops it off.
We return the next Sunday and repeat it all over again. Who
knows? This one might be worth a three-peat.
:)
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