One Saturday afternoon, I woke up with a crippling hangover that had me in a wheelchair and an IV attached to my arm. I was advised to head over to St. Michael's Alley, as their eggs are purported to contain magical healing powers.
I'm not sure about the healing powers part, but I do know that the St. Michael's omelet has cream cheese buried in it, and mixing that with melted cheese, eggs and a side of orange pancakes helped restore my blurry vision. The huevos-rancheros were pretty kickass as well, so I left not being able to decide which one I'm going to order once I go back for seconds.
Once I do go back, however, I'll know that money won't be an issue since the food here is downright cheap. How cheap? I didn't even have to call my mom for an advance on my allowance--that's how I roll. So Megan, I'm glad you dropped that zero--now it's time to get with a hero. Not only can I fill your ears with sweet nothings like that, but I think my parents will be out of town next month on vacation to Reno. So call me baby--let's make this happen girl. xoxo
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