For the first morning of our long-awaited vacation, we found the Marketplace Cafe for breakfast. A wonderful, quiet atmosphere, and friendly staff greeted us at the entrance. Based on what I saw when I arrived, I had some pretty high expectations. Unfortunately, even my moderate expectations were not met.
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Upon awaking the next morning, after a very good night's rest I might add, breakfast sounded like a good idea. Not wanting to do the usual chain restaurant (Denny's, Coco's, or whatever might be available), we headed into the village towards the Marketplace Cafe, which almost made us wish we had gone to a chain restaurant. Not the best food, but, well, just not the best...
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A tall weather-worn cowboy walked into the saloon and ordered a beer. The regulars quietly observed the drifter through half-closed eyelids. No one spoke, but they all noticed that the stranger's hat was made of brown wrapping paper. Less obvious was the fact that his shirt and vest were also made of paper. As were his chaps, pants, and even his boots, including the paper spurs. Truth be told, even the saddle, blanket and bridle on his horse were made entirely of paper.

Of course, he was soon arrested for rustling...
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