Morning, muchachos.
Just got back from breakfast at the Kettle with the Duckling. The Kettle is famous hereabouts for the size of the portions they serve. The place went out of business for a couple of months last year because old man D'Augustine got fed up trying to find good staff and retired. The whole town gasped in horror. Then somebody stepped up and opened the place again. Duckling didn't know it had reopened, so I surprised him this morning at 6am.