Stix

Without hesitation I can say that these behemoth bricks of fried cheese were the best mozzarel sticks I've ever had. They're from Big Daddy's, which is like some kind of diner on steroids where I go with my girlfriend when we don't care about our future. I wanted to get a picture of her but there was literally no point at which she didn't have six to eight pigs in a blanket stuffed inside her mouth. We also got a pile of breakfast.

This breakfast was made infinitely better by the fact that I ate it in my underwear and infinitely worse as I had to watch how creepily excited my friend Marc gets when we watch American Pickers.

Desayuno

When it comes to a plate of breakfast things I prefer the entire composition turn into one big yolk covered massacre. This is from a delightful little Spanish bakery/kitchen around the corner from my friend's place, where I occasionally dine and make up my own dialogue for the Spanish TV shows they have playing. This morning on a talk show I decided that a woman was screaming at her husband because she found huge slices of ham in his dresser drawer again. What is with this guy!?

BREAKFAST

I slaughtered the pig for that bacon right in my apartment. Nah, I got it from the grocery store.