Eggs and bacon make mornings better.

I learned a new term this morning. Before seeing that the diner I was in had won the award for best 'Greasy Spoon' in Toronto, I had never heard the term used to describe a restaurant. If I'd heard the phrase uttered in conversation I would have assumed the parties were talking about an actual spoon covered in grease. Who knew it was a catagory that an establishment could or even would take pride in being the best at?

So I still can't get to sleep before my opening shifts. You'd think getting up at 4am would mean my body would crave every second of precious slumber it could eek out of a night, but no. For the fourth week or so straight I've been unable to get myself to sleep at all... which has sucked.

So at around 3:00am I decided that instead of lying there for yet another hour wallowing in the futility of my quest, I would get up and get myself a decent breakfast. Decent being relative I suppose. Shreddies were on sale at Loblaws, and I've got some tasty looking pears I could have eaten with my juice this morning but I wanted something hot. Greasy spoon is not a misnomer it turns out. Two eggs over-easy, piles of bacon and homefries, two buttered pieces of toast and three (maybe four?) cups of coffee later and I was feeling much better about the prospect of the coming morning.

Greasy morning bacon. YES. Thank you 24 hour diners of the world. More specifically Vesta Lunch. Why you're called Vesta Lunch I won't pretend to understand, but hey. You've been reputable since 1955. And felt the need to put that on your sign... oh dear.

Geek - MC Chris