White Rock Cafe  
Where the hungry eat to chow down.  We loved the breakfasts the Hyatt laid on.  Buffet or off-the-menu, it was all good.  Especially all that bacon I wasn't supposed to have but did.  The Salmon Benedict was particularly good the first time I had it -- Salmon lightly toasted and just "perfect."  The chef in training must have made it the next time, 'cuz he/she forgot to toast it.  If this was an accident the first time - you guys should do that "accident" all the time.  The decor was one of those things where you'd think NO two patterns - in the place would match.  But somehow it all did.  My friend Christine and I decided "Ah, this is why designers get 'the big bucks' because if we tried to pull that together it would be more like: "Welcome to my nightmare."  Or daymare, as the case may be.  At any rate, I enjoyed the "white rock" pillars and brickwork this place had.  All I could think of as a California girl was "I hope I'm not in this thing if one hits."  We don't see much interior (or exterior) brickwork where I am from.  For darn good reasons.  This clip is 24 seconds.
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