Going out for breakfast with the wife. Where our residential sidestreet hits the main road is a li’l diner, offering chicken-fried steak, 2 eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, toast, and coffee — all for $3.50! Yet — inexplicably — we’ve never eaten there, despite living beside the friggin’ place for going on 3 years.

So this morning we’re going for it. Newsworthy blogs to follow — provided my tres-buck chicken-fried steak isn’t some horrid dough-dipped e-coli incubator that forces me to spend the day in the john…

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