On Sunday morning we went with the grandparents and Great-Grandma Virginia to a super cool place to eat. It is at a teeny tiny airport outside of Paola and the runway is right outside the diner…and when I say it is right outside I mean it is RIGHT outside. You can sit and eat your omelet and watch the airplanes come and go. Since there was a bit of a wait, Grandad took Colm outside with him to look at the airplanes. A very nice pilot who was getting ready to take off let them take a peek inside, too. It is also a really cool place because people fly in just to eat at this little place. I have no idea where they are flying in from, but I have a feeling some of them aren’t flying that far. It is a breakfast joint in the mornings and they serve BBQ for lunch and dinner. It is not a fancy place, but it doesn’t matter when you’re busy looking at the planes.
