Once inside and seated your instincts tell you that you could be right. The place is loaded with charm, huge windows that let the light stream in and reveal a perfect Greenwich Village view.
Of course we all know you can't eat ambiance so you remind yourself not to get carried away because the food has yet to arrive. The next in the continuing signs of good breakfast fortune arrives in the form of a cup - yes, a cup, not a mug but a cup of coffee, oh the joy! It's made of that wonderful classic diner ware with a handle big enough for your finger!
Cautiously you order your favorite - pancakes with a side of sausage and you sit sipping coffee from your CUP enjoying the view and oh yes - the classical music playing - not bad pop or screaming hip hop, but actual classical music. You tell your self to take it easy and enjoy it while you can because surely the food will arrive and burst the bubble. As the waiter sets down your plate you try and contain yourself because there they are - three golden and perfectly sized pancakes and on small plate next to them, three plump, New York sausages just waiting to release their abundant juices when you slice into them. Then comes the moment of truth - you smear the pancakes with butter and drown then in that oh so wonderful thick, brown, (2% actual maple syrup), liquid.
Slice into them and take a bite - delicious! The equally delicious sausage is next and as your waiter fills your coffee cup for the third time you realize that yes indeed you have found BREAKFAST NIRVANA!
