Small Town Saturday

This past Saturday, a simple brunch out became an adventure.  NavyGuy and I had been hearing rave reviews about a restaurant in a nearby small town – Tweets in Edison, Washington.  It’s about 25 minutes from us, so we headed out nice and hungry.


As we turned on the road into town, we ran smack dab into chaos.  Chicken chaos.  The street was filled with people and cars and bikes and birds.  Adults and children wearing chicken hats and scarfs and shirts and even full-body chicken suits.   Actual live chickens in small coops atop Radio Flyer wagons, chickens in owner’s arms, chickens in homemade costumes.  Insanity.

We exchanged a look between the two of us – did we want to face this and try to still get to our brunch spot?  Spoiler Alert – we did, and it all worked out great.


This was the view from our table at the restaurant.  We got parked and weaved our way through the chicken crowd to Tweets.  They had a cute chalkboard menu of trendy brunch items, a stocked pastry case, and an espresso bar.  The clerk filled us in on the chaos outside.  Edison was having its third annual “Bird Festival” and the parade was just about to start!  Who knew we would be getting a meal AND entertainment?

The food at Tweets was completely worth the unexpected chicken barrage.  NavyGuy enjoyed a polenta dish that filled him up.


I had the biscuit sandwich, which was a sunnyside up egg on a homemade biscuit, with a mustard aioli sauce and a creamy fresh greens salad.  The bacon was also delicious.  We watched the (short) chicken parade and finished our coffees.  Our timing worked out perfectly because the restaurant filled up with people after the parade ended.


On our way back to the car, we checked out what else the main street of Edison had to offer.  There are a few more lunch spots we’d like to try.  At the end of the street, the two of us stumbled into a high-end art gallery that was featuring all bird themed pieces.  I tried to convince NavyGuy that the egg sculpture would be a nice addition to the backyard, but he wasn’t sold.


And that’s how a simple Saturday brunch turned into an egg-celent adventure!  (Sorry, I couldn’t resist one bird pun 🙂


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