Last week and this my wife and I dragged two pairs of reluctant dragons to our favorite breakfast-and-lunch restaurant. Man, did they enjoy themselves. J-- chowed down on the Nebraska and D--, a strapping young man, had the Quintana Roo but couldn't finish. They hadn't eaten so well in weeks. The next dragons, er, couple, had the Eggs Benedict, ah, food for the gods, a real taste treat, and the Quintana Foo. She of that couple ate as much of the Foo as I had been able to a couple of weeks earlier. What amazing food. My wife had omelet #34 not only for breakfast with the latter couple but also as leftovers for lunch yesterday. Pretty good memory for an old guy, huh? What? Oh, I had the delicious oatmeal with cinnamon. Have to watch the aging figure, dontchano. Try this place. Sign up for the egghead club or whatever they call it. Surprises. Fun. Laughter. Good food.