There’s nothing overcautious in questioning a visit in a restaurant that is looking for more than one experienced cook on an illuminated panel. But on the other hand - we are just out for breakfast. Getting two eggs sunny side up ready to serve should be genetically fixed somewhere in the gene pool of the american people. And there’s so many cars parked outside, we had to use next door’s parking lot - let’s go, inside Bob’s Mountaineer Restaurant.

We feel immediately at home in this loungy log cabin. This place is american to the core - in the best of meanings.

And despite the lack of experienced chefs, the kitchen’s output leaves no room for complaints.

And there’s not too much out there to beat a zesty, nutritious breakfast that bans any thought about ingestion to the far outposts of your brain for the next hours. (Exceptions to the rule could be found aboard the southbound truck.)

South is relative. And the United States are definitely more southern than Canada. A welcome ocassion to dive into the everyday culture of the US of A - and jump into the local (Grand Forks , North Dakota) and non-franchise private-owned family restaurant

And don’t forget to keep basic personal hygiene.

And then the light went green again for: broaaom-badonk-broaaom-badonk