Ordering breakfast can be quite an ordeal. Eggs any style; fried is far too imprecise. They can be sunny side up, over easy, over medium, etc, etc. There must be a thousand permutations for an ordinary breakfast. But them Americans still can’t do proper bacon.My personal favourite brekkie was at Sears, a famous breakfast eatery next door to our hotel in SF. It had queues most mornings, but worth queuing for. It was a pecan waffle (drowned in maple syrup, natch). Served with a bottomless cup of coffee. If that doesn’t set you up for the day, nothing will.
A few mornings in LA started at the ihop (International House of Pancakes) where corn flakes are not served. Industrial quantities of pancakes, eggs, hash browns and bacon are served up, smothered in maple syrup (as always). I can feel my arteries hardening just writing about it. Good though.
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