Breakfast is the Wildest meal of the day

Wisdom is supposed to come with age. But maybe Oscar Wilde was right. "With age comes wisdom, but sometimes age comes alone."

That's the feeling I get sometimes when I sit down to eat. Or, as was the case this morning, when I watch others eat. As I did this morning at the Chalet Restaurant on the South Hill.

See that photo above? That's what my brother ordered for breakfast. Chicken-fried steak and eggs, smothered in gravy, with a slice of cheese on his hashbrowns and accompanying English muffin. Seriously. That made my puny little eggs and bacon (with hashbrowns, which I didn't finish, and sour dough toast) look virtually vegan by comparison.

It's been years since I'd eaten at the Chalet. The service was friendly, the food came quick and my eggs were cooked perfectly to order. What more could you ask for?

Aside from some simvistatin, that is.