Breakfast at Hoover’s

Shawna was hungry when she woke up yesterday, so I suggested we go to Hoover’s Cooking for our early morning meal.  Why not, right?  It’s close, and I’ve been looking for another excuse to eat there.

Well, we arrive and sat down.  Shawna ordered the chicken etouffe and biscuits, and I ordered what I have now decided is the greatest breakfast in the world…

Chicken and pancakes.

A fried drumstick and breast, light, greasy, and a little sweet, with two pancakes about as big around as a human skull.  I came close to finishing it all, but not quite.  Can’t wait until payday, though.  Because I’m going back.

I’ll be back tomorrow or Wednesday with writing-related stuff.