world famous omelettes
We pass this place several times a week on our walks around the lake. As the sign in the alley suggests, it has achieved some measure of acclaim for a twelve egg omelette. Once upon a time it was even featured on the Travel Channel but it was for sale a few years ago and I’m not sure if it has changed hands or it’s just closed right now due to the pandemic.
One of my nephews, eighteen or nineteen years old, literally just loves to eat and I know for a fact that he could finish a twelve egg omelette. He’s a six foot five refillable Greek statue (pizzas, tacos, casseroles, cheeseburgers) with a perfect SAT score, who took a gap year after high school to secretly enlist and graduate from United States Army Basic Training only to find out he wasn’t crazy about the military and he even turned down a spot at West Point (alma mater of Mike “Poophead” Pompeo) in favor of a plan full of complications (this is what happens when you sign on the dotted line for Uncle Sam) at the University of Michigan for fall semester only for the pandemic to cloud that path and now he’s at home during the day with several younger siblings while his single mom’s at work all day. This came to mind a few days ago when we signed the boys up for summer school. It can always be a lot more complicated, I thought to myself.