It's taken this long to get a write-up done and my recollection isn't that good, mainly because I passed out and went comatose for several days after attempting to finish my plate of food roughly the same size of the country of Hungary.

Come to think of it, the greeting from behind the counter as we entered did sound rather ominous -- more like a warning: "Good morning: I hope you're hungry!" Indeed. I seem to recall a serving platter of eggs benedict topped with a small mountain of corned beef coming my direction.

Tasty -- and buttery. Now, I'm a Minnesota boy and not afraid of butter in the least. But so. much. butter. It wasn't all overly greasy though -- latkes, oatmeal, an omelet and pancakes were also served, all of which were pretty good and, yes . . . pretty giant.