At most sit-down, non-chain resturaunts, is this on every menu: eggs, dead animal, bread, hot beverage.
Shorter and more accurate would be:
cooked protein, starch and beverage.
Don’t you mean, “aborted animal”, “murdered animal” bread, and hot beverage? And what about the cold beverages? And the fruit? Mustn’t forget about the fruit!
What about “snatched from their mother’s warm loving nest” eggs? Or that cereal made from mangled and crushed ears of grain?
More concisely put: “food”.
Well, there’s your problem right there…
I think you meant “Breastfast”.
BREAST? BREASTFAST??
I don’t know much, but I know that I don’t like milk THAT much!
Or should I have called the “the elixer of life that is unceremoniously forced from the udders of overly hormoned bovines”?
Eww. I think you mean “potential animal, but unfertilized .” It’s not aborted. Yuck.
Not unless you find a beak.
Maybe you need to visit some restaurants a little farther from home.
How about Kerala, in southern India? From this page
Or perhaps Hong Kong, where you can start your morning with a nice bowl of congee? Or how about Japan where the traditional breakfast is basically rice and miso soup?
Biblio Cat, when I was a kid I always thought that eggs were, indeed, little tiny chickens. This used to make me vaguely sad, especially since I didn’t really like eggs for many years, so it was a good reason not to eat my mother’s. 
And then I asked my vegetarian friend Sharon about it, and she set me straight. Imagine my surprise when I realized I’d been avoiding unfertilized eggs all those years for nothing. (Not that I’m vegetarian. I was just a weird kid.)
This lightbulb moment was about a year ago, btw.
