American cheese omelette, home fries, rye toast — extra butter and no jam. Side of sausages. Large V-8 or tomato juice with lemon on the side. Ice water. Probably no coffee, ‘cause I already had it at home.
It’s an INDULGENT breakfast, we only have it a few times a year! What’s your’s?
(Obviously, I’m a savory breakfast guy. Feel free to tuck into the pancakes or waffles or heaps of fruit and sugared yogurt)
OOOOOOOOOO nice. Hard for me to find chicken fried steak for breakfast in Brooklyn, though, or decent biscuits and gravy anytime. Or scrapple, for that matter.
Only a few hours drive south to Philly to have scrapple for breakfast…I’ll have to consider that.
Biscuits and gravy, if it looks like the kind of place that makes them from scratch. Otherwise, short stack, and try to scope out other diners’ plates to see what the hog choices look like. Failing that, over-easy with whole wheat toast and search all the tables for a little plastic box with strawberry jam.
Two eggs, over easy, ham, a biscuit and gravy, with a bowl of grits on the side. Coffee, cream and sugar.
Once served, eat eggs, ham, and biscuit and gravy, with sprinklings of hot sauce. Ignore grits, and finish plate, but leave swaths of egg yolk, gravy, and tiny bits of ham behind.
Now pick up plate and scrape leftovers onto bowl of grits. Add more hot sauce, salt, pepper, and pats of butter. Mix carefully. Ignore stares or share banter with fellow diners as you scrape, add, and mix.
Central Illinois didn’t have a whole lot going for it, but it did have haystacks. As in, a pile of hashbrowns topped with a split biscuit, sausage, fried eggs, and a whole lot of sausage gravy.