Caly’s (Blue Moon’s Bite)
Stavros and I walked towards the quaint diner I took Colin to last weekend. It was my favourite, no matter what time of the day it was. From my university days, I knew that they made a greasy fry-up called the lumberjack platter that also doubled as an excellent hangover cure. It consisted of eggs your way, sausage, bacon, ham, pancakes and a potato hash. As we walked to our table I noticed at least one person at every table was feasting on it. Stavros muttered that it looked really good and ordered two of them. It made me wonder if he had been skipping meals and just filling up on booze. I had the lady lumberjack, where you could substitute in french toast for one of the meats. What any of it had to do with lumberjacks or ladies in general I had no idea, but I
