This morning, we went on an adventure to go get breakfast off-campus. We ended up at a place called the Flying Biscuit. It reminded me of something you’d find in St. Augustine, with its huge, open windows, mismatched décor, and colorful inhabitants. I got raspberry French toast, which was the most delicious thing I have had in a while, and which I plan on recruiting my sister, Jackie, to figure out how to make as soon as possible. It was a nice morning to see the city, and one of those days that leaves you thinking, “Hey, Atlanta’s not so bad.” I hope that the future brings many more Flying Biscuits.
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