Mississippi Ave On Mother's Day

I had a great Mother's Day. I got to spend it with my Three J's. They took very good care of me. I felt like a queen. And the sun was shining brightly. Truly a magical day.

Once we got out of the house, we drove across the Dirty River, as I like to call it, to Mississippi Ave. to have breakfast at Gravy. Gravy is a slice of heaven. The food is out of this world and well worth the wait. The prices are incredible. Very affordable for such wonderful food.

Warning there is always a wait. A plus it that there is free coffee while you wait. Just step inside and grab a cup.

It was a hard decision but I had chunky red potatoes and eggs and flaky biscuits with gravy poured on top. I pigged out.

Joe had the best french toast I have ever tasted. Huge pieces of thick fluffy bread with a hint of cinnamon. Oh holy night! He made a good choice. Jack had fluffy buttermilk pancakes that were to die for and John had good Ole fashion oatmeal with berries. The oatmeal looked like a berry crisp. Yummy.

After we rolled ourselves out of there we meandered down the street gazing at flowers, and smiling in the sunshine. We strolled in and out of shops. I found a shop entirely devoted to light bulbs. The entire shop . . . light bulbs . . . some so old you would think Edison had made them personally.

Then we went into The Rebuilding Center and looked around trying to find cool items for our rustic backyard. This place has everything you do and don't want. Rusted bolts and nuts. Old keys and window panes. The boys loved it.

Finally, sad but true, we had to return to the West side of the Dirty River and reenter the burbs. But for a little bit we got to pretend we were trendy cool East Siders.