Driving to Berardi's for dinner I saw Lemmy's sign, "Best Breakfast in Town." Place looked right. Quirky-drive-inish. Seemed to have a thing about sea monsters. Good possibility I thought.

Headed back the next morning. All sorts of home cooking going on. Passed up the perch and eggs and a stack of wild cherry pancakes for a plate of country fried steak and eggs. Came with great homefries and a couple of biscuits designed for sopping.