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I have a love-hate relationship with breakfast. On the one hand, traditional breakfast food as a concept is pretty out of this world. Waffles, pancakes, biscuits, bacon, sausage, bagels, scrapple*, pork roll*, french toast, eggs, syrup, AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!
*New Jersey roots, represent!
Okay, okay. We're alright now. Where was I? Oh right, love-hate. Here's the thing - during the work week I normally skip breakfast and it's a rare thing on the weekend where I'm up early enough to go a place with strict breakfast menu times IN time to actually break my fast properly. There is little else worse in this world than getting up early if you don't specifically have to. This is a real opinion you (I) have that can be filed away under First World Problems.
On my way to Basil's Pizza for my first review, I passed The Shack. It looked like a funky little place to get some food and the parking lot was slammed. A lighted sign out front heartily demanded I EAT HERE so I made a mental note to do just that as soon as I could. Such wanton brazenness should be applauded and rewarded. How did that work out? Sadly, the experience was hit or miss.
