I went to a lovely little place called Pie for Breakfast. Thought I am not longer talking about whimsy, it is always clear when whimsical encounters are made throughout the day. And nothing is more whimsical than eating at a breakfast place called "Pie for Breakfast." 

Being the hopeless romantic that I am (though I hide it well), I actually felt like this place would be the perfect location for a Hallmark movie in Pittsburgh. The menus were colorful, the atmosphere friendly and it had this vibe as if it had been in the same location for years and years and the same people came to the establishment. And though time changed around the outside, it remained a constant state of familial love on the inside. 

I didn't have pie for breakfast. But I thought a lot about how magical it would be to actually have pie for breakfast in a place with the name Pie for Breakfast. Small little places can sometimes emit the most magical and whimsical feelings of enchantment. I've certainly had cake and pie before growing up for breakfast. And though an unhealthy habit, it is one surely whimsical way to start a day. 

In fact, it does remind me of when my dad used to tell me these stories of eating waffles for breakfast with ice cream in between-a waffle sandwhich of sorts. And as a kid, I always thought this was the most whimsical creation yet. Perhaps Pie for Breakfast should add that onto the menu as well or at least write down the whimsical foods of those who come to eat in the establishment.