All the sugar in “traditional” western breakfasts makes me queasy in the morning. I really only enjoy breakfast food as second dinner (i.e. late at night)
Probably the best breakfast I ever had was simply a leftover steak.
Leftovers for breakfast are the best. It’s not a guy thing.
It’s like pants. Women stole it.
Pizza is good hot, and it’s good cold, but there’s a middle range where it’s just kinda blah.
How you doin’?
See the SO’s comment in the OP. 
As a guy, it takes me about 20 seconds to evaluate a cut, bruise, or other injury to decide whether I should:
a. Walk it off.
b. Rub dirt in it.
c. Call an ambulance.
My elderly farm neighbors decades ago had meat, potatoes and pie for breakfast - I doubt they ever had “breakfast” food
My wife is up for most anything. Spaghetti sauce with a couple of eggs cooked in it? No problem. Oatmeal topped with fried egg and bacon? Oh, yeah. She kinda frowned when I mentioned sausage gravy on top of waffles, but she’d probably eat it.
I had a GF once ask me: “If you notice a drop or a stray pube on the rim (of tyhe toillet bowl.) why not take a tissue and wipe it away? It takes two seconds.”
Me: “It’s a guy thing.”
Pancakes and beer for dinner is odd? Huh.
My husband does this too. Today I was sitting on the couch faffing about on the internet while the baby was taking a nap, so my husband thoughtfully turned on the TV and went to take a shower. When he came back he asked me to catch him up on what he had missed. The worst part? It was Netflix. :smack:
I love him to bits, but the man does love himself some background noise.
Stroganoff with a few fried eggs on top is one of my favorite breakfasts. My favorite breakfast is to cover a pasty with brown gravy and drop a few fried eggs on top… just make sure the yokes are runny.
I’m a guy, but those also happen to be some of my Mom’s favorite breakfasts as well.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAmen!
Yeah and totally not just a guy thing
My Ex never understood my need to be an alpha male. It’s a guy thing, it’s how we are wired.
She was once very humiliated by my behavior on a party bus once. I have a friend who rented out a party bus. He was a very nice guy. He had a pimpin’ pad on the 10th floor of a high-rise, a kind wife, and a ducati 848. Me, my girlfriend, and about 8 friends rode on it one night. My friend also had a couple of his other friends on the that night, to fill up space. I called them Cross-eyed Chris, Immigrantish Looking Midget, and One Tooth Tiger.
CEC was a huge douchebag. And ILM and OTT were his annoying side kicks. They were being very disrespectful on the bus. They were creeping out the women, they kept requesting to play gay music such as Kesha, rolling down the window shouting at passing cars, and CEC for some reason had a mixed drink hidden in a 7-11 cup. Well, he was being clumsy as hell and kept tipping the cup over. Everytime the cup would tip over a bright red liquid would leak from the top staining the seats.
I had enough. I could take OTT, he obviously couldn’t fight, to get that huge chipped tooth. ILM was only about 5’3’’. The tricky one was CEC, he was a bit athletic looking. I confronted them, OTT and ILM started backing down, but CEC kept flapping his lips. I grabbed him, and he grabbed me back. I quickly snatched a Corona bottle with my other hand and hit him in the head. If anyone is inexperienced with hitting people with beer bottles, let me tell you. Corona bottles are best, they don’t break. I knocked him out silly, and started apologizing. He was about to cry.
I OWNED THAT BUS!!!
Everyone thought I was the Man, except my ex. She gave me the silent treatment for the rest of the night. She just never understood male relations.
I recall reading somewhere that the “complete breakfast” with eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice, milk and cereal was made up by the cereal companies. Prior to that there was no standard American breakfast and it could be as simple as leftovers or just a coffee and a doughnut.
Well yeah, women tend to be pickier about what they eat. Men are fine with “hot, brown, and plenty of it”. Thats why fancy restaurants cater more to the ladies and barbecue places to the men.
What man hasnt been forced to change their eating habits once they got married.
I saw this one study where they looked at what women order when they are out with just female friends in comparison to when they are with men and its totally different. They just have salads and skimpy meals around other women.
Like most men, I have selective blindness. I couldn’t find a chair in a room full of couches. I can search the entire refrigerator and not find a 2-pound block of cheese. My wife opens the door and says “how about this one” as she grabs it from in plain view. It’s how we end up with multiple jars of peanut butter and the like. As soon as I buy one, I find the one I couldn’t see sitting in plain sight on the pantry shelf.
Most guys have this same ailment, I’ve found. I’ve tried to work around it by pretending that I’m looking for something else, hoping to fool the God Who Hides Shit into being diverted away from the actual thing I’m looking for. It never works. My protestations of “Honest to christ, I looked in that drawer THREE FUCKING TIMES for that grater and couldn’t find it!” garner no sympathy, only a pitying look. I just wish she wouldn’t roll her eyes.
Female here. If I like a certain food, I will eat it at any time of day. I will also eat it for several meals in a row, or however long it takes to run out of it. I never understand why anyone would have a problem with that.
The “male” thing I don’t get: the TV obsession. My husband just bought himself a TV for the bathroom. He wants to watch it while he relaxes in the tub. And all those guys on HGTV who need a giant TV in their man-cave, or a room turned into a movie theater. 
TV’s just not that great. I know, I’ve seen it.
Yes, Reflux is the non-discriminating malady that just keeps on giving (usually at 2:30 in the morning) 
Pizza for breakfast. If I have things to do, absolutely. The two-point swish as the balled up aluminum foil hits the trash can is a bonus.
Remember, its also a money/time thing. You have perfectly good pre-cooked food in front of you that’s already bought and easy/quick to eat. You can eat it with a swig of coffee and go about your day or you can cook or drive/bleed money.
Sometimes eating is just something you need to get out of the way before you start your day.
(Yes, I understand and on occasion do appreciate a fancy breakfast or brunch. The above is for those times when you have things to do & you really need to get going.)