What can I say about Mama Steve's that hasn't already been said about a Christian-based heaven? The pancakes are fluffy like buttermilk cumulonimbus, the sausages are little links of palpable love, and the French Toast is so good, they should call it French To..my GOD, what is this glorious food?
The coffee could be compared to ambrosia, the nectar of the ancient gods. The cranberry juice is so sweet and pure (and, in fact, a natural diuretic) that you will lose all sense of reality, and see yourself gliding down a long, resplendent rainbow.
The wait staff are angels sent to Earth by God herself to provide the world with love and delicious "Bacon Yummies" pancakes.
Although the name "Mama Steve" may sound funny, don't let it confuse you. Mama Steve, the actual entity, is not a living being, but rather a state of mind. A spirit that lives in all of us. Also, coincidentally, a "Mama Steve" is someone who hasn't ridden Griffon at Busch Gardens in Williamsburg, VA.
Just go and experience for yourself.




