Breakfast options in the central corridor are alarmingly sparse, which creates irrational decisions like visiting 5th Avenue Cafe to percolate in your brain, brewing as a 'good idea'. It is not.
What seems like would be a local Denny's knock off except with mahogany trim and a full bar was more like a Mel's Diner without the boorish, but hilarious short-order cook and a tad dirtier. My fiancee's veggie breakfast was frightful and dry while my I found myself surrendering to the French toast offensive. No amount of store-bought syrup could conquer that alpine mountain of suck. Somehow, i don't think this is what France had in mind when they lent the moniker to breakfast heaven. They need to rename them Freedom Toast, as in, set these things free in the front asphalt parking lot so the hospital pigeons can feast.
The ambiance is absolutely laughable at best. In every available sight line are TV [one was one of those old-school rear projector behemoths on a ledge] set to CNN just in case you want to know the weather in Duluth as you fight your chewy bacon.
Coincidentally, there is the hospital across the street, convenient for an outpatient stomach pump should the need present itself.