French Toast

The boy's brother, D, and his girlfriend came to visit this weekend. They had yet to see the new house and took advantage of D's 4 day vaca from work to sight see in Baltimore and visit us. We always talk up Blue Moon Cafe around our family. Mainly because it's that damn good. So this morning before they departed, we ventured to Blue Moon.

Blue Moon is about the size of my living room and has only a handful of tables, meaning there is no area to wait inside of the restaurant. We waited for about an hour, in the rain, before we were seated. We had just ordered drinks when in walks Duff, from Ace of Cakes. He walked right up to the owner and planted a big, long, wet one on her lips. Of course, the man who makes delicious cakes dates the chick who is known for the best breakfast in town. Match made in kitchen.

D is shitting his pants with excitement and plotting ways he can accidentally bump into Duff. At one point he even gets up to go to the "bathroom" just so he can walk by him. D begins "inconspicuously" taking pictures of Duff each time Duff gets up and walks to the kitchen. I mean, when you're doing the chick who owns the place, you can get any damn well thing you please out of the kitchen. After the third picture D tries to take, Duff takes out his phone and snaps a picture of D. Pure awesome. D's face turns an attractive shade of fire engine red.

Duff walks over and explains to us how he has an entire album of folks who have over the years covertly attempted to take his pic. He chit chats with us for a few minutes and then takes a real picture with D, that of course, went straight to facebook. Meanwhile, I'd love to see Duff's album...

He left right as our food was served and D could hardly manage to eat the Capt'n Crunch French Toast put in front of him. Now if only we could convince Duff to make the boy and I a wedding cake for something less than our first born.