Quickly now children, gather round. I'll tell you about the joy of being in Southern California.
Before I ate the meal I am about to describe in halting, clipped detail...I had two tacos for pre-breakfast.
That's right. The parking lot of Billy Boys was completely full. This led out intrepid foodsters to believe that parking across the street at the strip mall was a) a viable solution, and b) meant that we would have a long wait. SK and CW were not into the concept of first breakfast (or icky-meat tacos) so they went ahead to the restaurant. We got there with a little snack in our belly and proceeded to order up massive amounts of breakfast.
I mean, look at the sign of the place we were eating.
In addition to letting us all know they served three meals. They tell us what we can get for those three meals. Burgers, Tacos, and Burritos. Classy.
I slacked on the photos of the menu behind the cash registers for the take-out folks, SK's strawberry waffle (normal food apparently must be a waffle), CW's French Toast (which looked delicious), or little-C's massive full stack of pancakes with a side of sheese hashbrowns to boot. Sorry, you'll just have to trust me that they looked good and tasted good. And that no one at the table finished their breakfast (even the people who were eating their first one).
Karl and I went for the Carne Asada omelette, and we were not disappointed. See?
They put down five little paper condiment cups of salsa on the table. We, of course, used them.
This was closer to store bought, slightly chunky salsa, not the salsa sauce of the tacqueria. It was slightly sweet. Nice with the salty, asada-y omelette.
Not much else to do but tell you the hash browns were crisp on top and tender all through. And the omelette was good enough to make Karl lie down in the grass in front of the restaurant when we got outside. Or maybe it was that we don't have grass on the ground right now in WV?
Eh, regardless, it's time for the close-up to close out.