Breakfast joint

In a less than creative moment, I thought that I would blip the name of the place where I go to breakfast (and sometimes lunch). When I first moved here it was called the Chicago Deli. Even after they changed the name to Patriot Kitchen, I called it the deli. A new guy bought it and renamed it to what it is today, Madera Sunrise. I still get the same two scrambled eggs and slice of toast I’ve gotten for as long as I can remember. And as long as it’s not too windy, I like to sit outside. It’s nice to go to a place where, like Cheers, everyone knows your name.
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If one door closes and another one opens, your house is haunted, and you need to run.