When I think of Big Manly Breakfasts ... the kind that John Wayne, Jimmy Hoffa, and Batman would all eat I think of the King of all Pittsburgh Greasy Spoons, Deluca's.
Don't trick yourself into thinking you are getting anything beyond the best greasy spoon breakfast you've ever had. Your waitress may be rude and there may be odd sticky substances on your table. Don't like it? Fuck you, that is ambiance here!
The place is, almost always, packed to the rafters (especially at breakfast time). You will wait for a table. The wait staff is typically old and cantankerous. You will hear the query "whatta ya want, honey". But the food is plentiful and out of this world. Where else can you score a pepperoni omelette at any time of the day? Pour some ketchup on that bad boy, order up a coke and I'm in heaven!