Can't say I recall the last time I put my fork down after a breakfast and immediately started to feel the fluish waves of headache and stomach pain. This places takes greasy spoon to a level not even reachable by small town diners attached to gas stations. Thank the lords we shared this heaping plate of old, dirty grease, bland overcooked eggs and undercooked potatoes, and skipped the all-day-on-the-burner coffee. Blech. The staff seems sick too, why are they here today? No thanks, Frankie, I'll pass on the side of laryngitis.