This little, unassuming hole-in-the-wall is the best place to eat on Utila. Hard to believe, I know. You are perhaps looking at that empty glass case thinking "where is all the food?" I'll tell you where. In my belly, that's where.
Thompson's makes awesome biscuits, Johnny Cakes they call them. But the real gold is their cinnamon rolls. They are perfect.
They are just gooey enough without seeming like you are eating dough. There is a wee bit of a crackly outside, all the better to peel off the layers. I could go on and on.
If you go to Utila and you smell cinnamon as you walk by Thompson's, make a beeline for the inside. Smile at the kitchen full of busy women, particularly the happy, tamale-shaped chef, and buy the whole tray. You won't be sorry.
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