As you can probably guess from the title, I’ve got a real barn-burner of excitement whipped up for today.  Ohhhh yeah.  My prediction of “blowing it out” last weekend didn’t exactly come to fruition.  I guess it never does when you plan it that way.  Honestly, a re-cap of the breakfast places we hit is about the best I can do, so here goes.

I had Friday off, which is always a good start to a weekend.  Donette spent the night at the Argosy on Thursday with a gaggle of girls, so I drove down to pick them up Friday morning.  On the way back to Brookside we stopped by Happy Gillis for a little breakfast.  You would think the address would be on that website someplace, but I couldn’t find it.  I think it was somewhere around 3rd street on the north edge of downtown.  The menu was definitely not what I expected when I walked in the place.  It had a definite low-rent-diner feel to it;  Mismatched chairs & tables, seat yourself, get your own drinks, etc.  The menu for the day was scribbled on a chalkboard behind the counter, and I was a bit surprised to see that all the plates started at eight bucks.  I decided on the juevos con frijoles, on the assumption that you can never go wrong with eggs and beans.  It definitely had the eight buck presentation going on;  Two corn tortillas, topped with red beans and a poached egg, garnished with shredded cabbage and a sliced radishes.  Probably the tastiest breakfast I can remember in recent history, although I must say I could have eaten at least three more servings of the same.  Probably a “one and done” place for us, if I had to guess.  For afternoon-slash-evening entertainment, I headed down to the Brooksider, of all places.  I enjoy a good early happy hour when the opportunity presents itself, so having the day off I showed up about 3 o’clock.  Martin & Brice showed up at some point, and I hung out with them until it started getting a little crowded with the Halloween nuts so we relocated to The Well.  That place definitely isn’t the spot to get away from a crowd, so we were only there about 30 minutes and called it a night.

Halloween was for all purposes a non-event.  Not for a lack of opportunity, we just never got going.  We used to really enjoy Halloween too…  I guess we got old or something.  We started off strong with breakfast at Amigos down off Steele road in the Rosedale area.  I thought they had a website but I can’t find one at the moment.  This place was a recommendation from our friend Anne, which instantly made it a must-visit.  Plus, it’s right across the street from Dressler’s, one of the best pet supply places around, and we needed some stuff for Gabe anyway.  Amigos was right up our alley;  The breakfast prices ranged from $3 to $5, depending on if you wanted a huge plate or obscenely gigantic.  I went with the pork chile, which came with tortillas, two fried eggs, beans and rice.  Donette had chorizo and eggs, with beans, potatoes, and tortillas.  Was the food as good as Happy Gillis?  Well, no, but we were stuffed and got out for less than 1/2 the price.  Trade-offs I guess.  For the evening, we didn’t do anything at all.  We had a grand total of four kids come by very early in the evening, and that was it.  (Maybe because we had all the lights out, I’m not sure.)  Anyway, the one group that did come by gave us some entertainment;  They rang the bell about 5:00 or so, and Gabe went into his typical seething rage.  Donette rushed downstairs to find him snarling and barking at the storm door, hair on end and the whole nine yards, with a little two-year old Cinderella on the other side of the glass chanting “Hi puppy, hi puppy!!!”  Our neighbor who was taking her around (and knows that Gabe falls in the “all bark” category) said it was extra-funny because she was absolutely terrified of his clown costume.  Crazy kids.

Sunday was similarly boring.  I did several hours of yard work, mostly in an attempt at enjoying the rather rare weather.  Took Gabe for a nice long walk, watched a little football…  Yeah that’s about it.  Oh, breakfast…  I nearly forgot that was my theme of the day.  For breakfast we headed down to Sharp’s at the rather unholy hour of 7:30;  Bitten by the time change I guess.  Having never been there at that time of morning, we weren’t really sure on their hours.  As it turns out they don’t open until 8:00.  Rather than waste the gas traveling the 3/4 mile back home, we got a paper and waited it out.  Sharps doesn’t really merit another review…  I think I’ve covered that place enough.  Solid food, decent prices;  Done.