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Snooze

I have done it. I have finally been to Snooze. I've been wanting to go there for years, but it's notorious for it's hour long waits and when I was pregnant, that just wasn't going to fly. One day my mom mentioned that she'd been before and I started crying because I was just so happy for her but also insanely jealous that she'd been. So she took me and my sister because she's the best :)

We went on a Wednesday morning about 9:30 thinking that it wouldn't be that busy. Boy were we wrong. We ended up waiting over 30 minutes for a table. We were standing inside and I had to stand all weird to protect Aaron in his car seat from everyone coming in the door and waiting. When we were finally seated it took ten minutes before our order was taken, and then another twenty before we received our food. It truly was an hour wait, but it was so worth it! 
I got the peanut butter cup pancake and the breakfast taco with bacon in it and it was heavenly. I have never had such a good pancake, and that taco, my goodness. I can't wait to go again one day. If you're going to go I recommend eating a snack right before you get there because it's going to be a while before you eat. 

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