The restaurant was jammed ... lots were taking advantage of the buffet.
Malcolm, Gord and I ordered eggs, toast, bacon and homefries. Mary got pancakes instead of eggs.
It was okay. The yolks were a bit overdone and the toast kind of small and crumpled (Gord's was a bit burnt). But it did the trick ... we had full bellies for the drive home to Toronto.
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Golden Griddle always does the job - even if it's not the best greasy spoon around. I used to always hit the Golden Griddle with one of my closest friends, Amanda, every time we had a night out and stayed over at eachother's homes.
I always get stuffed when I go out for breakfast - no matter what I eat. I think it's because I eat real light when I'm at home.
Look good! Looks like you had a fun filled busy weekend.
I haven't been to many Golden Griddles.
i don't think there is anything i love more than going out for breakfast! YUM!!!
Reading your past few posts has really taken me down memory lane! I was born and raised in Hamilton. I only left about 10 years ago, and now I live in Toronto. It's been a pleasure reading your posts and consider me a new follower! Thanks for stopping by my Kobo Vox post.
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