The smells all start to swirl before you ever even open the door. Hot pancake syrup, and homemade biscuits. It calls to you , like your grandmother’s kitchen from long ago. Like cast iron stoves , with wood stoked to just the right temperature. They open early , and if you’re local you know, the time to get your breakfast is when the sun is just starting to show, over the mountain above the lake. The elderly gents put on their Sunday’s bests , and gather in the same groups that they’ve formed in since I was a child. The waitresses know just how everyone wants their coffee, and by unspoken reservation, certain corners are set aside for the chosen few. Being here brings back the memories of my wooden gangly -legged days when my body was stuck somewhere between being my PapPaw’s farm hand , and the beginnings of a “real” girl.
Now that I’m all grown up I love sitting in the corner, and letting the smell of Old Bay Rum aftershave, tractor grease from the farmer’s overalls, crispy bacon ,and chocolate gravy wash over me . You don’t need a computer, or a phone, most of the time, the waitresses and patrons are more than happy to chat with you about the weather, what’s growing in their gardens, or just how life’s treatin’ them in general. No one’s going to hurry you off from your table, the waitress is happy to come top off your coffee , as many times as you want. So fill yourself up with sausage, a great fried egg, or maybe even a flapjack bigger than your head. Just sitting here in the Cafe’ will show you a slice of what life is like in our little town. The people are friendly, the food is good, and it will show you why, we enjoy livin’ life in the slow lane.
Lots of big cities might have all that variety, and excitement, and when the tourists come, and ask that question, that they all can’t help but ask, “What do you DO here??” I’d tell them, “Go on down to Em’s Cafe’ for breakfast. Sit and drink coffee. Set a spell and visit.”, and it won’t take you long , til you figure out, just what it IS we DO here. And who knows, ya’ just might like it.