The Bread Basket

 

My friend Ryan picked me up before the sun had risen. He was taking me to breakfast, and introducing me to one of his friends.  You might not know Ryan, but he always has the best in store for his friends.  He has this way of always blessing others.  When he turned on Tennessee Street, I realized that this morning was going to be amazing.  The Bread Basket is located in an old house not too far off the square in beautiful downtown Danville, IN.  We entered the restaurant like everyone else through the back door and had to mosey through the kitchen.  If there was ever any doubt about Ryan’s knack for the noshing, all of that escaped into the parking lot through the door as it closed.  We wove our way past the cooler and the display case (cinnamon rolls, pies, etc) and found a nice seat at a table large enough for the friendship and the coming feast. I do not need to expound on the merits of their homemade bread.  You simply need to order it, eat it, and then purchase a loaf for any of your unlucky friends and family members that were not able to break bread with you at the restaurant.

I ordered the salmon omelet that morning. Come on, man!  Dill cream cheese, smoked salmon, tomatoes and sautéed onions.  You just can’t go wrong with that menu, and their hot tea is out of this world. It will be served in a small iron teapot, and you’ll enjoy every sip. As a matter of fact, the market spice is one of the best teas I have ever had.  There was so much cinnamon in that tea that I had to go and ask my waitress if she had added sugar to the mix. She had not, and it did not need it.

Load up the family, or a friend or two and make your way to Danville.  You’ll be glad you did, and so will all the wonderful ladies at the Bread Basket.