Stuck Inside Of Medford With The Ashland Blues Again

For our last night on the road we stayed in a hotel in Medford, Oregon. The next morning we hightailed it out of there and went straight to the Greenleaf Restaurant in Ashland for breakfast, followed by a walk in beautiful Lithia Park. No disrespect to the good people of Medford, but what else could we possibly have done?

In a previous post I extolled the virtues of the marionberry pancakes they serve at the Greenleaf and this time they did not disappoint. If I knew of a Shakespeare sonnet about excellent food, I would quote it here.

Failing that, I hope Bob Dylan won't mind a slight rewrite:

Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells
Munching on some pancakes
He says they're really swell