Slice #24 and Photo 80, Can that be?
Seemed ridiculous when I snapped this picture in the middle of our lovely Sunday brunch at the Pirate’s Den, but now, I’m so glad I did.
Tuvia is used to my snapping at any moment and graciously waits for me to turn my attention back to him. You know, he waits a lot.
This was not the best waffle I’ve ever eaten but it was filled with memories. I have been to Brigantine before with my brothers, their wives, my parents,nieces and nephews and family friends.
And often, like most Brigantine visitors, we always found our way to the Den for a breakfast and often, on a busy Sunday,we waited patiently for a table. It was worth it for the great service and the homey atmosphere . Not fancy, just homey, bustling with organized movement.
Waffles, strawberries, eggs, toast, pancakes, muffins, coffee, coffee and more coffee-regular, milk,no sugar. Standard for great Sunday eating!
Back again yesterday with Tuvia, who can be very fussy, was also taken by the Pirates charm which shines through, and even though he didn’t find the best French toast he’d ever eaten he was content to just enjoy people- watching with me and share a story or two about our separate adventures at Jersey Shore towns, usually off season.
Together, even in the cold, the town offered us a few days of the ocean on our left side and the bay just two blocks across on the right side.
It was cold. Too cold for extended walking but we chiseled out a perfect get away.