I Made A Discovery

Last week, Gigi and I ate breakfast three times at The Golden Rail, located on the grounds of the marina. The marina is a real working marina with a very cool store, and boats dry docked under various stages of repairs.



This is a very suitable open air cafe where guests include hungry sparrows, chickens, and lizards.

Quite by accident on the first morning I was served rye toast. In my southern drawl she mistook my white toast for rye toast. Southerners always over emphasize "i" so I can see how the mistake was made.

Rather than make an issue (I had a dive boat to catch) I decided to try the toast.

Add rye toast to the things I hated as a child but love in old age, along with pickled beats, cooked spinach, and broccoli.

I just had rye toast and a sliced banana just this morning, an unheard of wReggie breakfast 10 years ago.