Picking up the breakfast tab (even if it is at the best breakfast joint in town and even if it does involve my plowing through a chicken-fried-steak-and-three-egg monster platter) won't make everything better.
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It would if you were actually eating at the best breakfast joint in town (Ruth's, up Emigration Canyon).
At least the Blue Plate has plenty of Elvis on its walls. That almost makes it better by default. Still ... no Mile High Buscuit? No Sunrise Spuds? I rest my case.
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