Breakfast at Boon Fly Cafe

Another tradition is eating breakfast at the Boon Fly Cafe on our final day before driving to the airport. Named after a Missouri farmer, Mr. Boon Fly (who was probably named for Daniel Boone who helped settled Missouri) came to this land during the Gold Rush.

Located in a big red barn, their menu features farm-hand-sized portions. (I should be a travel writer on the side?) I ordered my favorite--Eggs Benedict, which came on rustic homemade bread with a thick slab of ham and jalapeno-seasoned Hollandaise sauce (flavor pop!). Captain had the flapjacks and eggs with a heaping pile of crispy hashbrowns and fresh-squeezed orange juice. We were too full to walk, but that made for a pleasant drive and conversation.