This sweet roll is pure Texas.

Tired of omelets, biscuits and gravy, toast, waffles, steaks with eggs over easy, diners can always opt for a non-politically correct  sweet roll breakfast that Lyle Lovett would feature in his kind of songs.

This roll fills a plate instead of a saucer. It would go well on Caesar’s table at a fine Roman buffet where elites dine with the Emperor served by slaves and entertained by musicians and dancing girls.

This morning Dave and the Russian Vera join forces, one with a fork and the other a knife. The roll is carefully, surgically divided into smaller bites and by the end of breakfast they have finished half and put the other half in a takeout box.

I look for togas here but people in Pier 19 are wearing windbreakers and baseball caps and look middle class. We sometimes think we have a Caesar in the White House,but, so far, American Caesar’s  don’t have a professional food taster, don’t get killed too often, and are kicked out of office after eight years if they can fool the voters two elections in a row.

Vera will have to walk miles to deal recover from this decadence.

Dave never gains weight but he will need a smoke before breakfast is done.

E-Harmony, from what I have learned about it, is doing as much for foreign relations as all our American Ambassadors put together.

 

 

 

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