I am usually the type to laud the merits of things locally produced, organic and whole wheat. But sometimes one gets sick of this sort of politically sensitive ingestion and craves things bleached, colored and lacking in nutritional value. So it was that yesterday morning I, feeling gustatorially irreverent, ate a grilled egg sandwich with bacon and American Cheese on White. Genius.Seriously though, when was the last time that you, a food snob, indulged in something a little bit plebeian for breakfast? Screw the granola made with unrefined sugar and no trans-fat, ditch the rBGH free yogurt and grab yourself an American classic. Cap'n Crunch, Pop Tarts, Wonder Bread and Welches grape jelly--they are all pleading for you to jump off the high horse and take a trip down memory lane. And I promise, if you throw aside your preconceived expectations, you will, as I was yesterday, be thoroughly pleased with your choice.
For a dining experience that serves up all things Bisquick with a side of chintz, be sure to hit up the Italian Villa.
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