Santa stuck in a chimney.
A Lucia commemorating my mother's Swedish heritage.
For breakfast one morning we went to the Stockholm Inn. It was Christmas Eve and packed. We came in the back way and we could tell it was going to be a long wait. I asked the hostess how long the wait would be and was told 40 minutes to an hour. We decided that would be too long (I'm so impatient when it comes to things like this) and we made our way through the restaurant to the back entrance.Right by the back door was a long counter with only a few taken seats. Even though we could sit across from each other, we could sit next to each other . I suggested eating there and we all agreed. The waitress, Carmen, was a hoot and put on quite a show for us as the chairs quickly filled. We had to wait a long time (30 minutes) for our food but it was worth the wait.
A gentleman sitting down from us sat down and asked Carmen if she had any Wheaties or Cheerios. She said, "Honey, if you came in for that kind of food, you better just get up and head out to the nearest grocery store and make it yourself. We don't serve that kind of food here." She was hilarious.
Rocketman isn't the type of guy to split a meal but it's a favorite thing I do with my mom. We both get plenty of food without leftovers. We went with a bacon and cheese omelet and it was delicious. My Dad got their famous Swedish pancakes and Rocketman went for a ham and cheese omelet. We even were serenaded for a time and sang a round of "Jingle Bells."