Amy's Omelette House.

One fine morning in January of '07 we jumped into the car and took an hour-long ride down PA413 and across the Burlington-Bristol Bridge to Amy's Omelette House, at the intersection of High Street and Route 130 in Burlington, NJ.

We thought we were going to the historic Burlington Diner, and we were hoping to see this guy, in his brown sports coat and bow tie, standing on the street...

but, alas, it had become Amy's Omelette House. One loud Booooo! for changing the name and the signage but points for the excellent menu artwork.

From Ron Saari's stupendous collection, one of my favorite interior photos ever. That's the traffic on 130 out the window on the right.

"We're not just eggs!"

 She has officially made her choice. As my Mom used to say, "I will eat now!"

It was a Saturday and, as we were on our way to a cat show after breakfast, we knew we would need a lot of fuel. I had the three over easy, home fries, bacon, and toast, and she had poached eggs, toast, grits (!), and orange juice. Scraping your plate clean reveals the phone number for a heart-bypass surgeon etched into the china.