Finding myself in Brandon, Manitoba, I was taken to The Kountry Kitchen, which off the bat, makes me uncomfortable. But the woman who took me there said there was great sentimental value, and the place was far more charming than the name suggests.
It was nearly lunch time, but as I had been up and traveling since 4 a.m., I opted for the breakfast kaiser, which was your standard breakfast assemblage of eggs and bacon draped in processed cheese in a warm kaiser roll. I went somewhere else too while in town that featured the kaiser. Not sure if there's some sort of civic history attached, but regardless, it seemed like a regular bun to me.
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