Discovered a new place for breakfast. It's a once-in-a-lifetime place. Not the kind of place that is so spectacular it can never be duplicated in one's lifetime, but the kind of place that once you have eaten there, you promise on the proverbial stack of bibles, never to eat there again.

Such was and is the Boonville Cafe.

The picture says it all.

Welcome to living on the western frontier of the 1800s...or in southern Indiana in the 21st Century. Sometimes it is just so darn hard to tell the difference.

And that's what I think about it.