had to hit this place back up on grand prix weekend. nothing like a good breakfast after a night of champagne, vodka and dancing on tables until the ugly lights come on at 3:00 a.m.
this time around, i had the yolk around the clock - cut a bagel in half, grill it, drop a sunny side up egg into each hole [insert sexual innuendo here] cover it with bacon and cheddar, eat it, and you will feel like a man again. top it off with a glass of the fresh-squeezed oj and you will be ready for night #2.
on a practical note, it looks like they added some outdoor seating since the last time i was here.