I found myself in Little Falls, NY and hungry this morning, so I made my way down Main Street and enjoyed a good breakfast at That Little Place on Main Street.
That is exactly what it is.
It is indeed a little place, but I found a booth with no problem, and the waitress brought me a menu. By the time she brought my coffee and water (I almost always ask for water), I knew what I wanted: a breakfast sandwich on a hard roll with egg and cheese. I had been smelling bacon from the sidewalk, but decided to be calorically conservative.
As I waited for my food, sipping coffee and working on a letter to my sister Diane, a regular sitting at the bar was giving the waitress a hard time, as regular customers like to do. I came to her defense. He said a few other things, and I did not hesitate to join in the conversation. You can do those things when you’re a crazy old lady. At one point, he said his wife said he looked like a homeless person. I told him to tell her it was Boho Chic. He did not think he would remember that expression.
My sandwich was delicious! The eggs were so fluffy! I asked if there was hot sauce. The guy who brought my food says, “We’ve got Tabasco, Red Hot, and some that’ll make you sorry you walked in.” I opted for the Red Hot. I was very happy with my breakfast and felt fortified for further Mohawk Valley Adventures.
That Little Place on Main is located at 28 W. Main St., Little Falls, NY.
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