Breakfast on weekends brings back memories. Breakfast on Saturdays was for energy; either for the chores of the day or for the activities ahead. Sunday breakfast had no purpose other than to just start the day. Many time just getting the ingredients was as big an activity as preparing or eating. Fresh bagels were often part of the meal, and taken very seriously. I consider myself a purist, and cinammon raisin is not really a bagel flavor. Do not even bring up pesto, blueberry or chocalate when discussing bagels. Being from Florida, fresh squeezed orange juice. But there is also something about starting the day by going out for breakfast. To have someone else responsible for filling my coffee cup and keeping it full. To starting the day fresh and right.
Here you will find our reviews about the best and worst places to consider what might well be the most important decision of a Sunday...where to have breakfast. We are focused on the Seattle downtown, and we welcome your comments.
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