YERRINGTON’S at 655 Norwich-Westerly Rd, North Stonington, CT 06359

Let me just say—this place saved breakfast for me. After way too many sad, soggy, or just plain boring meals, I finally found somewhere that *gets it*. We started with the cinnamon roll, and wow, was it ever done right. The caramelized edges, the buttery bottom, the icing still warm enough to melt—it was like someone actually *thought* about how to serve it, not just tossed it in the microwave for 20 seconds. Then we ordered the corned beef dish (his regular, mine tweaked), and honestly? Both were perfect. They didn’t blink when I asked for changes, just said “no problem” and made it happen. And the corned beef? Yeah, I get why people rave about it. The homemade jellies—blueberry and mango—were a nice little extra, not just an afterthought. My kid got the smiley-face pancakes, and even *he* (a picky 6-year-old) cleaned his plate. The whole thing was so good we’re already planning our next trip back. Thanks to the staff for making it easy and delicious. ---

Walked in on a random Wednesday morning, no reservations, just us and a menu we couldn’t decide on. Cheyenne, our waitress, fixed that fast—she smiled, poured coffee like she’d known us for years, and said, “You *have* to try the corned beef hash.” So we did. Fourteen hours slow-roasted? Yeah, it showed. My friend got rye toast, I got gluten-free, and both came with that homemade jelly that somehow tasted like summer in a jar. I added crispy bacon (the kind that snaps when you bite it), and she got a cinnamon bun fresh from the oven. Still warm, still gooey, still making me wonder how I’d missed this place for so long. Next time? I’m bringing a bigger appetite and a shorter list of “maybes.” ---

We were staying near the hotel, and Jake’s was just down the road—couldn’t have been more convenient. My husband ordered coffee, eggs over easy (runny yolks, just how he likes ‘em), potatoes, rye toast, and bacon. He said the eggs were *exactly* right, no fuss. I went for the corned beef with potatoes, scrambled eggs, white toast, and their blueberry jam. Honestly? So good I made us go back the next day. Brenda, our server, was friendly without being pushy, efficient without rushing us. If you’re in the area and need a solid meal, this is the spot. No frills, just good food and a easy vibe. ---

Jake’s isn’t one of those places you leave feeling like you just ate—it’s one where you leave *wishing you’d stayed longer*. The second you sit down, it’s like the chair’s been saving a spot for you. The food? Fresh, homemade, no shortcuts. The corned beef hash had that perfect crunch on top, the eggs were just set, and the pancakes? Light, sweet, not a single rubbery bite. The hash browns were crisp enough to hold their own, but still soft inside. And the service? Not the “what can I get you” robot kind—real, easy, like chatting with a neighbor who actually cares if you’re happy. It’s the kind of diner that makes you slow down, order seconds, and promise yourself you’ll be back. (Spoiler: I will.) ---

Look, we don’t usually gush over restaurants, but Jake’s? It’s the kind of place that makes you want to write a thank-you note. First morning there, the food was so good we went back the next day just to confirm it wasn’t a fluke. The cinnamon buns were still warm, glaze dripping down the sides like they’d just come out of the oven (which, let’s be real, they probably had). The banana bread? Moist, flavorful, the kind of thing that makes you forget store-bought even exists. The omelettes were fluffy, the eggs cooked *exactly* how we asked, and the home fries—crisp outside, tender inside, seasoned just right—were the kind of side that steals the show. Even the jellies were next-level, like someone actually picked fresh fruit and turned it into something special. And Amy, our server? She was there both mornings, warm and attentive without being overbearing. The birdhouses for sale by the register were a fun little detail, like the place had personality beyond the menu. Oh, and the coffee? Perfect. We’re just glad we wandered in.