Scratch the Surface…

On Sunday my eldest daughter and I had brunch at Crook’s Corner, a southern eatery just up a ways from where we live.

I had the Eggs New Bern. She had French Toast (we split an order of hush puppies).

This brunch came about because I drive by Crook’s Corner on my way home from work, andI recently realized that – although often compelled to do so – I had never actually set foot inside Crook’s Corner.

Then I read about it’s colorful history...

Can you guess which distinction caught my eye?


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