Breakfast Bunch

Thursday mornings I eat a mighty early breakfast with a few guys. We talk about life, our wives, and why God made cheese squares and bears.

We love Jonathan’s. We even tried to change it up one time and go to a different restaurant, only to discover it was the biggest mistake we’d ever make. It could be the variety of food served there (which seems to be common theme in Charlotte eateries). It could be the clip-art signs (sometimes misspelled) on the front door, showcasing the variety of breakfast, Italian, Greek, cherry pie, and wine and beer that is served there.

…It could be the ducks or the peacock that surround this restaurant located just off I-485.

Or the eery feeling we get when we regularly watch an individual walk through the parking lot directly into the tall forest brush and disappear (not unlike this , this, or this).

Whatever it is, we feel apart of Jonathan’s. It feels like home. They know our names. They know what we like to eat and drink. Suzie even has a nickname for one of us…Casper. We don’t know why she calls him Casper…we’ve never bothered to ask, it just works for her, so it works for us.

Here’s to Jonathan’s. Cheers.