Chicken fried steak and a bloody mary are a wonderful start to the day, especially when you may kind of sort of drank just a little too much the night before. Another thing that helps to numb the throbbing of that situation, which I assure you I hardly ever encounter, is the casual atmosphere. I mean, there are wood chips on the floor, so you can't contribute more to the mess. Right?
All kidding aside, Bill Johnson's Big Apple is a solid stand-by when we want something filling and unpretentious. Nothing will really invoke an awakening here, but this isn't church (even though you may be privy to a Sunday sermon...but those guys are really harmless and who couldn't use a little God with their breakfast?)