Breakfasting in the Former British Colonies (With apologies to Supertramp).

It’s Big, Beautiful, Bountiful and Boundless. The Unashamedly American Breakfast. This post is dedicated to Anne Jones and Andy Thompson. Let no man or woman put asunder the love for food that these two people have respectively. Yet respectably remain fit and thin…..

Fight! Fight! Fight! (Come on everyone else) Fight! Fight! Fight! etc…

“All the 2’s” (Menu Item name) at Mikey’s Diner, St Pauls, MN. Two buttermilk pancakes, two sausage patties, two eggs, two pats of butter with a ‘bottomless’ coffee and a tankard of maple syrup.

Two buttermilk pancakes, banana pieces (on both pancakes), whipped cream, and choice of blueberry or maple syrup…and a bottomless coffee. Running Bears Pancake house, West Yellowstone, MT.


5 Responses to “Breakfasting in the Former British Colonies (With apologies to Supertramp).”

  1. Terri and Andrew Says:

    Wow…, what a breakfast, looks very similar to the huge one we had in Tintagel – English though!!!

    Terri and Andrew

    PS Keep safe from the bears – have regular breaks on the journey and thanks for keeping us in touch while on your wonderful trip. KEEP HAVING FUN!!!!

  2. Anne Says:

    Shame on you honey child!!!!! You clearly are not asking for the fruit and youghurt as directed!! As long as you come back wearing matching checked trousers I will forgive you.

    • pookaverse Says:

      That’s “what-ya-go-and-do-that-fowwer-honey-chile” I think. We are going to buy YOU a pair of checked trousers. And when we get to San Francisco, locate a fancy pet boutique and have the man run up a pair for your cat too. How d’ya like dem apples?

  3. Thompson Says:

    That looks delicious – I might have to pay Mikey a visit myself.

    • pookaverse Says:

      I think you need to enter an eating contest. Myself and Martin could train you. Like Paul Newman in ‘Cool Hand Luke’. Posting 50 boiled eggs down your trap and then walking you around the table till you’re done. You are pedigree material my friend and you would still weigh as much as a one-legged, inflatable song thrush when it was done.

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