Where does one go for breakfast at 7:30 am on a Saturday Christmas Eve? We found ourselves asking exactly that question this past weekend, when the Gravy Baby’s 6:00 am wake-up call meant that everyone at our house was twiddling their thumbs an hour later and looking for something to nosh. Thanks to Yelp, we landed on the Bluerose Cafe, which met our two only requirements: it was relatively close to home, and it was open.
As it turns out, the Bluerose is a little bit Irish and a lot like walking onto the set of a diner in a TV show. The food didn’t necessarily provide us any sort of culinary revelation, but the characters around us provided us with plenty of nourishment. Sometimes it’s just nice to go somewhere where everyone wants to know your name.