I had to start the blog with our favorite little diner, Tony's. Every Sunday Michael and I try to stay in bed as long as possible. Usually, it's our only day off, so we blissfully sleep in until the hunger kicks in. Somewhere between dawn and Noon, visions of crispy bacon and the perfect cup of coffee get our blood going and we manage to throw on our Sunday best (sweats and mismatched socks) and head out in search of a cup'a Joe and food we shouldn't be eating.
Tony's is one of those old faithfuls. You know exactly how your breakfast will be. You will always be greeted with a smiley "Good Morning!" by the waitresses who become like family even after just a couple visits - with your coffee in hand! Your bacon will be perfectly crisp, your toast buttered, your belgian waffle made fresh. The portions will be big, hot and perfectly cooked. The old men on the counter stools will be reading the paper, and good gossip is always within ear.
Most importantly - their coffee is EXCELLENT. Always hot, never bitter. No fancy flavors, no foam, no mocha locho venti denti tootie frootie lattes. Just your simply perfect cup of joe. It is by far one of our very favorite Sunday morning treats.
