The last trip my grandmother took here to San Antonio, she wouldn’t stop requesting Le Peep. She was pretty far progressed into Alzheimer’s and so she’d forget that my mother had taken her there already. After she went on to bed, my mother and I would be downstairs having wine and mom would make “not another peep about Le Peep” jokes.
I’ve been to Le Peep! One of the best breakfasts I’ve ever had… was just visiting a friend in Denver at the time.
-random reader Dani
The last trip my grandmother took here to San Antonio, she wouldn’t stop requesting Le Peep. She was pretty far progressed into Alzheimer’s and so she’d forget that my mother had taken her there already. After she went on to bed, my mother and I would be downstairs having wine and mom would make “not another peep about Le Peep” jokes.
Wow, I should get my own blog.
Our Le Peep closed! Bastards!
I guess I’ll have to visit you people in Texas for Le Peep.
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