Sunday Breakfast

When we lived in "the city," we ate breakfast out at least once every weekend. Since moving "the suburbs," we've had breakfast out probably less than five times in four years. Last Sunday and today, we woke up early and hit the gym to go swimming. Then we went out for breakfast. Today's spot was Blue Max Coffee in Forest Park. It is located in an old house on a residential street, smells divine (hello, fresh roasted coffee) and was delicious.