I'm not necessarily a "good" person, so I visit Publicus at least once a week for brunch. It's like a cleanse. I tell Lee all my sins, he gets super uncomfortable and serves me up a big plate of forgiveness and understanding. Regardless of whatever ungodly things were in my mouth that week, when I leave my plate, my mouth is a fucking temple. Don't tell me Lee isn't a shaman and I'm not some kind of enlightened being capable of traveling through time and space, that's what the Eggs Benedict is for. (if after 11:30 the Soppresatta will also have the same effect)
CAUTION: The death cream WILL kill you. But if you're here you've obviously lived a fulfilling life.