Run A Mile...Or Seven...To Breakfast

Ok, I admit it: I never liked breakfast as a kid. I prefered to sleep 10 more glorious minutes instead of dragging my little butt down to the kitchen to put food in my stomach. (I could do that later in the day so why bother, right?)  I did, however, occasionally scarf down my grandmother’s traditional homemade breakfast: two eggs, one slice of American cheese warm, gooey and melted just the right way. (Eight-six and still alive and kickin’. Go Nana Go!)

But you know, here I am 15 years later and suddenly always up for devouring some delicious morning goods: juicy fruit, yogurt, large, thick and crumbling muffins filled with lumps of gooey, chocolate chips and  stuffed, dripping omelettes that would make even the most snobbish of food connoisseurs drool. So what happened? Did my taste buds magically grow a new preference? Well, the way I see it now, food is food and no matter what kind, it’s always good. Must be that whole growing up thing (They say your pallet changes as you get older. That’s gotta be it.)

So way back (And when I say way back I only mean two weeks ago...not two decades) during Spring Break when I had time off from work and school, I was hungry, starving, famished, etc. etc. and decided to take my taste buds over to Seven Mile Cafe off Congress St.

This place, simply put, is "The Shiz." Hooking up locals with fine, downhome cooking, the one story home painted to perfection in gray blue paint, serves breakfast and lunch everyday from 7am-3pm. Their outside as well as their inside will give you that warm, fuzzy feeling (Yes, all over and everywhere. Feel the tingle.) and remind you of some general store your grandparents used to walk a mile and a half to in order to scarf down some of that penny candy that's now $2 in 2012. Although, the guitar collection mounted high above the tables is more modern than retro. (I still dig it.)

 It is a bit on the pricy side, but I believe in sticking by that whole "you get what you pay for" mentality. (It's pricy but not unreasonable considering they offer vegan and vegetarian options to diners.) I suggest trying one of their signature scrambles, (Particularly the avocado, mushroom and cheese scramble. Hello, Happiness!) which comes complete with a larger than life side of hash browns and your choice of wheat or sourdough toast, a cinnamon roll or rasberry breakfast cake. (I opted to switch this out for fruit. It's .75 cents extra btdubs.)

Don't forget about their pancake options too: pineapple upside down, red velvet, chocolate and peanut butter and cinnamon roll.

Why in the hell did I ever pass up breakfast? With age comes wisdom.

Run. Don't Walk to Seven Mile Cafe.