I have a complex relationship with my hometown and suffice to say I may not be the best to ask when it comes to things like places to eat. I don’t know. I don’t go out to eat. I mean yeah, I did check out the Hometown Diner years ago when it was first placed in our little town. It was just opening, it was busy, VERY busy, and the waitress was weaving in and out of swarms of yellow jackets while claiming she had a lethal allergy to stings. And as fond as THE ENTIRE TOWN was of this place, I was unimpressed by their pancakes which tasted like they came from a box. I didn’t go back after that buuuuuuut my beau was in town, we were getting ready for an adventure, we needed breakfast, AND this place had changed hands in the meantime. Fiiiiiiine, I will give it another chance.

It wasn’t so busy on this morning. We were able to sit at an actual table which is nice if you’re not counter people. I am not. At least not in town. Service was quick, did not include any death-defying stunts, and our food came out promptly. I ordered the bananas foster pancakes. It was…. creative? Presentation was lovely, three little flap jacks covered in caramel and whipped cream with bananas in between. It was soooo sweet I didn’t even use maple syrup and was still left twitching like a sugar addled child. To be fair I mistook bananas foster pancakes for banana pancakes. Because I am not used to dessert for breakfast, but I see you – out there eating your doughnuts on the way to work. You’d probably love this. Meanwhile my darling was happy for the most part, though he found the hollandaise equally creative. Seemed to have a mayonnaise base? I know nothing of these things.

I hear this place might be going out of business soon. I don’t know why but I suspect it has a lot to do with town politics. Suffice to say I am happy I at least got to try it again when the food was actually decent. It’ll likely be my last memory of the place after they haul its cute little tin carcass off the lot.