Obscene repast. Not conceptually different from lowering face into a trough. And so good.
The Rapid Traveler and Mrs. enjoyed the view from the Boca Beach Club (thank you Hilton 2011Q4 free night certificates) but rarely dine at a hotel restaurant. No matter how objectively good, hotel restaurants generally seem generic and soulless. The Morimoto outpost in the sister hotel, Boca Raton Resort & Club, lost its edge with croquet played outside.
They prefer to seek out local hangouts and Tom Sawyer fit the bill: cars crammed into a bland strip mall parking lot, decor that defies modernization, and sassy waitstaff.
Mrs. Rapid Traveler sampled the Carolina omelet, while The Rapid Traveler went whole hog with Breakfast in a Pot, a cheesy scramble baked on a bed of biscuits and sausage gravy.
The scramble choices are Western, 3 meat or veggie. The waitress, upon hearing the order for the pot, gave a knowing nod to The Rapid Traveler and intoned, “3 meat.” It was not a question. Nor could there be. Best to follow orders in a place like Tom Sawyer.