Our tummies growled as we explored the narrow streets of Boston's north end. It was seven in the morning and quiet - except for the vendors unloading their trucks along a street of restaurants. We stopped one of them, a young man and asked for guidance. "Go see Tony" he said, pointing down toward the waterfront. Within steps we'd found Anthony's a small corner cafe with a handful of tables outside. The aroma of coffee and bacon lured us inside. Donna and I ordered grilled cheese egg bagels with Italian sausage. Heidi and Chris opted for a traditional eggs and hash browns. We took a seat and felt the cool morning breeze and morning sun. Tony's daughter delivered our food (and 20 oz coffees). Remarkably good, of course the ambiance made the place - locals enjoying a Saturday morning, tourists like us relishing in a good find.
