A thick steak, medium rare (garlic, red and black pepper), two eggs over easy (pepper and dill) , fried potatoes with onion (ketchup) and a cola to wash it down.
Now that’s breakfast.
You know how hard it is to have southern in-laws and convince them that you like neither grits nor gravy for breakfast?
The Breakfast of Champions is a Chicken-fried steak with gravy, cathead biscuits, hashbrowns, two eggs over-easy, a big ol’ glass of milk and a pot of coffee.
The finest examples of the above are available at Mama’s Daughters’ Diner or The Mecca in Dallas.
Well, that’s because you’re in Europe and don’t know any better. 
Besides, I already have enough hair on my chest to make any frenchwoman jealous. 'Round here desserts ain’t for breakfast, and Ouzo is for wedding receptions and holidays. I guess filterless cigarettes are manly enough, but any smokes that rhyme with Heloise are kind if sissyfied IMO.
Y’know, if you’da said “and a big ol’ glass of juice*” instead of the “milk” comment, I would have worshipped you like unto a gawd.
Now, not so much. Sorry man, you blew it. I can forgive you, of course, as you came sooooo damned close to the perfect breakfast, but gawdhood is just right out.
Sorry.
Fenris, who otherwise agrees with you completely.
*orange, pineapple, tangerine, whatever.
Yum, steak and quiche. Though not at the same time. I’m going to come by and borrow your kitchen, Johnny; I don’t have cooking facilities at the moment. 
When I went home for Easter, we had steak twice in the same weekend. I don’t know why this was so, but I didn’t complain.
This is NOT the breakfast of champions. This is the CNN diet (cafeine and nicotine). I should know, I was following it when I was smoking (except that I was smoking Players filter instead of Gauloises).
For me, breakfast is often last night’s leftovers: lasagne, spaghetti, a pork chop, Szechuan chicken, a bowl of beef and barley stew, whatever.
No, those are only **fake **real men. **REAL **real men don’t listen when other people tell us what we can/can’t eat. We even eat quiche. Even low-carb quiche.
That, and testicles.
I approve of this breakfast. Milk will help them biscuits, eggs and hashbrowns stick to your ribs waaaay better’n juice.
What’re you – a shill of Florida Citrus Growers?
Remember kids, quiche is just omlette pie! It has eggs and meat and cheese and crust! Very manly! I make a killer quiche, and if you don’t like it I know how to turn it into a weapon.
Quiche is a terrible name. Omlette pie is sorta fey, too. Why don’t we call quiche Egg and Cheese Pot Pie ?
I was intruigued while reading the book “The sound of one hand clapping”. The main characters were Slovak, and had immigrated to Australia.
The things they had for breakfast were amazingly described. Porridge with coffee in it. Hand made sausages with eggs broken in the pan, eaten hot from the pan in the middle of the table.
Damn. Now I’m hungry …
Do real men actually bother with breakfast at all?
Dinner. Now that’s a man’s meal.