There’s always a reason a restaurant has regulars, and I spotted
at least three tables’ worth on a weekday morning. And once I got my French Toast with sausage and egg, I
figured out why. Country Touch Café is literally your kitchen and your cooking
away from home, minus the labor and the dirty dishes. My French toast was
overly egged, just like the stuff I fry up when my bread and eggs are expiring
and I’m out of Challah. The Jimmy Dean-esque sausage tasted fresh out of my
freezer box on a griddle greasier than my Foreman grill, and I swear I flipped
that same egg over-easy yesterday.
Country Touch Café has all the comfort of home cooking, and the
clever little sayings that decorate their walls provide endless amusement, but
I can’t bring myself to recommend it. There’s nothing wrong with the food, and
I always say the best meals are homemade, but why pay someone else for food I
make when I’m not even trying?
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