The Gay Egg. I roll to this location with two very gay, very morning couples at least once a month and enjoy myself every time. It has more to do with them than some dish of eggs and potatoes.
There is almost always a pretty serious weekend wait but at least they're efficient.
The portions and prices have gotten kinda yuck here but until the fagnet deep within its core (that certain something which attracts the gay like a magnet) magically relocates to another breakfast place, here we are.
When I was 16, two years after my parents divorced, my dad told us all that he was gay. I am proud to say that one of the couples I go to breakfast with is my dad and stepdad.