The ultimate expression of the "hangover food" genre, as that appeared to be the motive of most of the people who came in while I was downing the best breakfast ever. You can't be afraid to talk to the nice ladies behind the counter, and because there are only a few stools and they're all crammed together at the counter, you are pretty much guaranteed to make friends if you allow yourself to engage in the constant smack-talking. I must have tipped these guys like 30% in the end just because I got such a kick out of them. I can't speak on the quality of the signature MishMash, but the big meat-and-eggs-and-toast-etc. platter I ordered was impeccable, and I credit it for the success of the 18-hour study marathon that followed. I'm coming back as much as I can afford to.