Good afternoon, or good whatever-time-you-are-reading-this. The lady and gentleman are still alive and eating. Not so often at the same time or together unfortunately. We have partaken in two breakfasts together since our last posting in September. We are putting together our outing to Good Friends Cafe in West Dennis now. The other spot we visited was the Homeport Restaurant in Orleans and specifics about are visit will surely follow eventually.
Hating to spoil the surprise of our overall rating but if you are in a pinch and cannot wait for the reviews to follow our hops, we would say Good Friends Cafe is only okay while the Homeport Restaurant is excellent.
Good Friends Cafe has long stood as the gentlemans and his wives (more on her title later) preferred back-up to their not-yet-reviewed-here favorite. We had always seen the quirks in their operation but chose to ignore them due to the friendliness of the staff and the usually prompt seating during the busy summer season. It was only after introducing it to our "good friends" that we could no longer ignore the oddities. There is no ill will towards our friends for spot lighting the details or the business for working past them. They will still have patrons and we will still have breakfast; most likely elsewhere.
The Homeport for instance. The gent's first visit to this spot was after an early morning haircut with three gentleman friends for leg one of his bachelor party. It doesn't get by us that simultaneous haircuts is not the typical man thing to do but it was necessary and it was fun. We arrived at the barbershop at 6 o'clock on a rainy morning for a 7 am shop opening. We were first in line but quickly followed by at least seven others all before the door opened. When all extra hairs were removed, looking like handsomer versions of ourselves, we ran across the wet street and huddled in the entrance of the Homeport.
The experience was genuinely surprising. The breakfast was terrific. Not one complaint from the foursome. The company was equally delightful. Even though we were freshly pruned dudes awoken far too early on a Saturday just to appease one appreciative bachelor, the wits were sharp and the content unfit for MPAA ratings or in our case the families sitting back to back with us.
The lady's husband was one of the fine gents to accompany the party. He and the groom returned with their wives shorty after the new nuptials to introduce them to the new spot. There was no need to explain or defend anything at the Homeport other than why we don't go more often. It has taken second place, at least in the gents heart, surpassing other quality destinations in Orleans and that indefensible spot in West Dennis.
For more on our dining please stay tuned. We will get to it. Some new scheduling has to be arranged.
P.S. There was a second leg to the party but it has no breakfast implications other than it caused the bachelor to willingly refuse to eat anything the next day until 4pm.
