To those of you who’ve asked (and to those others of you who might care, for one reason or another) breakfast was yummy. Ironically, my own fears that potential death-microbes might be hiding in the greasedip of the chicken-fried steak compelled me to try the gyro-and-eggs breakfast, instead. My wife went with the biscuits-and-gravy breakfast, which she liked, though she wasn’t happy with the sausage links — dented and wrinkled and …well, more mauve, than seemed natural…

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