why does every sunday outing turn into a wild goose chase?
We decided to spend our Sunday in Gadsden, hoping for a relaxing day. The weather was perfect—blue skies, a gentle breeze, and that smell of fresh-cut grass in the air. We’d heard about this little breakfast spot everyone raves about, so we set out, stomachs rumbling. But after circling downtown for 20 minutes, we couldn’t find a single open spot! Every place either had a line out the door or was closed for some mysterious reason.
I started wondering, do all the locals know some secret breakfast hideout we’re missing? Or is this just what Sundays are like in small towns? It’s funny—back home, I could always count on my favorite diner being open, but here, it feels like a treasure hunt just to get a cup of coffee. Has anyone else run into this? Is there a trick to finding a good Sunday breakfast in these towns, or is it just hit or miss? I’d love to hear if anyone’s cracked the code, because my stomach can’t handle another wild goose chase next weekend!
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