St. Louis, Missouri
| How could we resist a 24 hour restaurant with a neon sign showing a snazzy cocktail glass and the word PANCAKES? |  |
Breakfast at Uncle Bill's
We could have gone at any hour during our 2-night stay in St. Louis last fall. We chose breakfast.
What's Through Those Doors?
 | I had a feeling when we stepped through those fine doors, we were going to stumble right back in time! Even though Don vaguely remembered eating here when he was a student living in South St. Louis in the seventies, we still didn't know what to expect. Would there be folks finishing up martinis from a big night of partying? Would there be construction workers inhaling some calories before starting work? |
Neither
The first dining room revealed a pretty normal bunch of hungry South St. Louis locals. We clearly were not locals because we were too busy looking up high at the stage set window boxes and shutters. I couldn't conceal my delight, seeing a brick wall and fireplace with Dutch Delft style tiles. Banners and shields, tudor and brick. The busy patterned carpet held the fumes of syrup spills and smoking days and I found it all just too fun.
Window Booth
The back room held two rows of booths. Rounded stones decorated one of the walls and colorful windows decorated the other. A hazy morning glow shone through the pale stained glass... and vinyl ghouls and pumpkins that had been added for the season.
What to Order?
We of course had to try the pancakes and it seemed like the kind of place where we should order ham and eggs. We didn't order a martini... this time.
Come Again!
 | Sharon stamped her name on our bill and invited us to come again. And I did 2 minutes later. |
Display Case
I walked back in the door and rushed by this lovely display case, after I realized I'd left my sweater behind. The bus boy came back from the booth empty handed. Sharon went back to look, but found nothing. I had to use my cell phone light to spot the black sweater under the table. Guess whose sweater smelled like syrup and cigarettes?
I guess I should be grateful that anyone offered to help at all! Just lucky I didn't order that martini or who knows what else I might have lost!
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