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If breakfast was a religion then Marybills is the holy land!
Listen, I don’t know who Mary or Bill is, but they’re out here cooking with the power of angels and wizard spells. From the moment I walked in, I knew I was about to be spiritually transformed.
The coffee? Hotter than my last bad decision. The biscuits? Fluffier than a cloud that just got a raise. The bacon? So perfectly crispy I actually heard it whisper, *“I love you” before I took a bite.
Service? Let me tell you, if my actual family cared for me the way these servers did, I’d probably be a better person. My drink never hit empty, my plate was delivered with the care of a mother tucking her child in at night, and they even laughed at my terrible dad jokes—true hospitality.
By the time I finished my meal, I was so full and happy that I seriously debated faking my own disappearance just to live under a booth and get fed daily.
So if you haven’t been to Mary Bill’s Cafe yet, go. And if you have been… why are you not there right now?