The Red Rooster is a little diner on the High Street in Mineral Point. Whenever I walk past it at night, the way it is lit up reminds me of my favorite painting, Nighthawks:
As much as it reminds me of the Hopper painting though, the Red Rooster is much more of a morning place. When we go there at 10 o’clock on a Saturday morning, they’ve already been open for 5 hours, serving coffee and hardy breakfast to farmers, milk truck drivers, and other early risers. We are practically their dinner crowd.
I love an American breakfast. If all I did with my life was eat breakfast, I would be a happy man. Given that, you may not be surprised to hear I’m a traditionalist when it comes to breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, hashbrowns and coffee. Maybe pancakes instead of (or in addition to) the toast. Leslie is no more adventurous than me, almost always opting for corned beef hash and eggs. The breakfast at the Rooster is good comfort food (they do a good lunch as well). It’s nothing out of the ordinary– just solid, traditional fare.
Everytime we eat there we are treated well by the friendly staff, but I’m not sure if they’ve figured out that we live in town, I think they still think we are tourists…
If you happen to find yourself in Mineral Point one morning, I can’t think of a better way to start your day than by heading down to the Red Rooster. Who knows, if you stop by on a Saturday (not too early), there’s a decent chance you’ll run into us.
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