Cory and I kicked off the WacoFork work week by enjoying breakfast at The Coffee Shop in McGregor, which leads me to believe it's going to be a good week.
Obviously, we don't think of food as just being fuel. We think about dining and how we can do that well. But eating is also, ultimately, the thing that fuels the body. To that end, a breakfast of pancakes, bacon, eggs (doused with salsa) and coffee seem like jet fuel to me. I feel like that breakfast alone is going to make me unstoppable for the rest of the week. (Reader's note: I am not a nutritionalist).
Eating breakfast afforded us some other opportunities as well, including dropping in on one of our customers.
In December, The Coffee Shop came on board with us by upgrading their listing on our site. Some of you might wonder how WacoFork works on our end. Along with hosting a restaurant forum and blog, we're providing direct advertising for restaurants, thus the phrase "Where you wanna eat?" The more restaurants you think of and locate using our site, the better it works for us.
You'll notice which restaurants have joined up as "sponsored" or "enhanced" because you'll see their listings on the home page and/or highlighted within the restaurant categories. So next time you find one of these restaurants on our site, do us a solid and tell the folks there how you found them.
Enough about that because I want to get to the greatness of The Coffee Shop experience.
Bunny took care of Cory and me this morning. I arrived early, about 10 minutes before Cory, and Bunny promptly brought me a cup of coffee and made sure it stayed warm. Speaking of warm, Bunny must be one of the friendliest waitresses in all of McLennan County. She never stopped smiling while she made her way to at least half a dozen tables and she took the time to make us feel at home, which is something I noticed last time at The Coffee Shop. That's a statement when you can remember a waitress from one visit to another.
Also, the conversation at surrounding tables entertained me before Cory arrived. Shameless eavesdropping, I know. But it was somewhat unavoidable and totally worth it. A cowboy-hat-and-overall-wearing gentleman at the next table regaled his breakfast companion with the story of a black angus bull that either broke through, or possible chewed up some barbed wire on his ranch. To make the story even better, the rancher described distances in football fields.
Only in Texas and most likely at The Coffee Shop.
