the ladies who brunch
I have found the Sault Ste. Marie equivalent of The Ladies Who Lunch.
The Cranky Looking Old Ladies Who Brunch At Penny's Kitchen.
And I just wanted to eat my (not very good) blueberry sourdough (I don't think pancakes should EVER be made with sourdough. Makes it air dangerously close to being savory instead of sweet. Especially with blueberries? I mean, seriously, people) pancakes without being looked at disapprovingly by a pack of blue-hairs. I bet they're staring at me because they know my grandmother or something. This tends to happen quite a bit.
Damn small towns.
The Cranky Looking Old Ladies Who Brunch At Penny's Kitchen.
And I just wanted to eat my (not very good) blueberry sourdough (I don't think pancakes should EVER be made with sourdough. Makes it air dangerously close to being savory instead of sweet. Especially with blueberries? I mean, seriously, people) pancakes without being looked at disapprovingly by a pack of blue-hairs. I bet they're staring at me because they know my grandmother or something. This tends to happen quite a bit.
Damn small towns.