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The Maple Tree Restaurant

If there is one meal of the day I can do without, it is breakfast. I feel choices for this meal are very limited and boring. That was until my family vacationed in Williamsburg, Virginia, and experienced a rather unique breakfast atmosphere at The Maple Tree Restaurant. Centered in a busy downtown strip of hotels and chain restaurants miles long, The Maple Tree Restaurant resembles a castle, although a lot smaller and cozier. It has a Medieval theme and looks very misplaced but eye catching.

A scent of smoked bacon suddenly engulfed the air as we walked towards the quaint restaurant. Opening the oversized old oak door with wide black hinges, it creaked like we were entering a haunted house. A young Celtic looking hostess had been patiently standing by the door to greet us with a warm "Good Morning" and scurried to grab menus that were neatly placed in a thick woven basket. Directing us towards our table, we noticed her tight fitting and fully skirted attire caught my children's eyes and they started to giggle. To my husband's delight, her voluptuous bosoms were tightly snug within the corset that was cross laced from behind her back. The lights were dim and the restaurant was echoing with patron's voices. Similar to a banquet hall, the ceiling was very high. Old paintings were scattered hanging on the rough, black, painted walls. In the distance, a soft playing crumhorn and flute played a joyful melody. Arriving at our table, we gave effort to pull out our four posted cherry chairs, so intimate with style. The table was readied with grape, apricot, strawberry and mixed fruit jelly

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and jams in individual packets set in an antique wooden bowl. Maple syrup was in an oversized creamer waiting to be poured. Our waitress had been dressed in a different gown than the hostess was wearing. It was maroon, with gold trim at the neck and wrists. She had introduced herself to us as our wench and poured my husband and I some black coffee into partially tarnished metal mugs. Coffee had now filled our noses with its strong and rich smell. I was so intrigued with this place and had not even eaten yet. Scanning through the abundance of choices listed on the thin paper menu with fancy black script, I realized I was in for a treat. Belgium waffles in bold lettering jumped out at me. Strawberry, blueberry,