All Men Love The Three Stooges.
Strange but true!
Plain black coffee from a drip coffeemaker. Everyone I know seems to be in one of two camps:
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people who don’t really like coffee, or at least black coffee (some claim to genuinely enjoy the taste of whatever cream and sugar concoction they drink, but they will only drink it black if they’re desperate for caffeine and have no other options)
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connoisseurs who French press or cold brew or unicorn fart only the very finest beans flown in this morning from the Garden of Eden and individually hand-roasted over flaming hundred-dollar bills.
Few seem to share my delight in a regular, unadulterated cup of joe.
I love spray cheese on ritz or triscuits. I know it’s declasse and I get that it’s not real cheese, but it’s one of those childhood foods I find myself craving but resisting stringently.
Also, I’m a black coffee from a drip maker fan, too. A French press doesn’t keep the coffee nearly hot enough and unicorn farts are overrated. I like stovetop espresso, but that’s way too much work at 6 a.m., and you can’t program the stovetop the same way you can a coffee maker.
I liked the Schwarznegger movie The Last Action Hero.
I like every one of those things. And kippered herring!
Wait…everyone hates it? I know it was kind of a box-office bomb, but I never thought of it as something people hated. But, if they do:
I stand with you against the haters.
Alright, me and @Esprise_Me are coming over Sunday morning with a pot of plain black coffee to enjoy with you, while we mock those who can’t handle it!
Yes! And I’ll bring some of those Ritz sandwiches with cheez, because yeah, nothing against the real thing but the fake stuff is a guilty pleasure of mine too.
Freshly steamed broccoli is delicious. I had some last night.
Cooked rutabagas.
Hey, and pickled fish! For breakfast. Anyone for a rollmop?
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You’ve got me nailed to an absolute “T”, word for word. 
I sure wish I could appreciate the subtleties of the flavor of black coffee, but try as I might I never could make out traces of floral, spice, or berry.
Deep dish pizza. I’m not a violent person, but I’m going to throw something heavy at the next asshole who starts the ‘Real Chicagoans only eat tavern style, deep dish is for tourists only’
Velveeta “cheese.”
flees
There is absolutely NOTHING like velveeta for a decent grilled cheese.
Between you & snowthx I’m pretty sure I’ve found my tribe! 
Not for breakfast. I must have the most bland, predictable breakfast possible. After that though…
Lima beans
There are probably a dozen people salted around the country who like limas as I do, but we keep to the shadows.
Oh, and succotash! Whoa, they’re after me; gotta go!
It’s the classic German breakfast for when being hung over.