Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Breakfast In America

Saturday morning my guests and I woke up with hangovers and empty bellies.
Nothing sounded better than good old American pancakes and bottomless cups of coffee, so we shuffled over to Breakfast in America, and braved the line. Starving but still standing, we finally made it in. The waiter pulled out his pad, and we rattled off our list of deepest desires. Adam's order was a real winner: 'Pancakes, coffee, ooh nachos, aaand a chocolate milkshake'.
Needless to say, we had an interesting spread.

Breakfast in America
4 Rue Mahler / Metro: St Paul (Line 1) / Paris


danica 1:36 AM  

oh my, it looks so delicious!

Rachel 1:41 AM  

I love the face the little kid is making in the background of the second photo...awesome.

Kelsi 5:30 PM  

we spent the majority of our meal spying on that kid.

steven,  6:59 AM  

can we have some more music and musing soon?

not like i don't wish i were dining with you and your people.

Kelsi 8:17 AM  

haha, steven's back! whoever that is.
i've been in a weird non-musing slump lately, but i imagine i could rouse up a play list one of these days.

Macleigh 4:26 PM  

Ohhh, I want to fly to Paris just to eat that American fooood.

steven,  8:15 AM  

i'm traveling so i'm back! reading you in new places is just the thing. (today, rwanda.) your food, friends, scenery, music; what can i say, i just like your style.