Ah, the omnipresent all-day-breakfast diner. What better place to come here after getting out of bed at 1 pm on a Sunday?
I've always had a weakness for eggs florentine and the version at Sunset is what you should expect at a greasy spoon. Mmmm, the rich yolk as it soaks into my English muffins. And you know it ain't good for you, but the Hollandaise here must be the saltiest and the oiliest I've ever had; it practically sticks to your arteries.
And the homefries, the homefries. Salty, cripsy, white starch. I do love you despite what good nutrition says. You are small, bite-sized and cooked perfectly so that they crumble lightly in the mouth.
Definitely a secret guilty pleasure.