It was a perfect morning for breakfast at The Beacon. Of course, what morning isn’t?
I’m not working till later today (Norah Jones duty) so I took my mom, daughter and BFF to enjoy a morning made for coffee.
We decided to splurge on one of The Beacon’s specialties — a cinnamon roll as big as your head. When the waitress delivered it, and we collectively gasped in horror/ delight, she said: “We believe in big portions here. The smallest thing we serve is a dinner salad.”
This waitress was a REAL comedienne. She also offered to melt a bunch of butter on top of that cinnamon roll.