You know what those five stars are for.
Not the tea. Not the coffee. Not even that cute little pot of brown sugar to the left hand side of the serving window.
I'm talking about the door wedge, fat rock, murder weapon of a bacon sandwich. You've been walking around in the cold all day with your dog or family or whatever and all you can think of is THAT work of art waiting for you at the bottom of the hill. It Instantly cures hypothermia, strips the dog muck from your shoes and takes you to your happy place.
"Do you want black pepper on that?" the lady asks.
Oh you're damn right I do, put another few slices on the grill baby; I'm never going home.
Then Nimmings is shut Mondays...but I guess if they served 7 days a week they would over take God in greatness. It's the only time I don't mind eating outdoors surrounded by angry dogs and old people. The indoors bit is always full but it's tiny anyway.
You already know what I'm talking about; and if you don't, sort your life out.
(They may also offer vegetarian options. Like water.) read more
