Why yes. That IS a 50 billion egg omelet (mushrooms, spinach, tomatoes, feta), a huge mound of glorious home fries and the crispiest most magical side of melt-in-your-mouth bacon I have ever consumed.
And indeed. That is an EMPTY PLATE.
The saddest part? Approximately ten minutes after this mass-consumption... I was hungry.
PS - This pillage took place at The Most Divine Diner in All The Land. Obviously.
PPS - The bacon really did melt in my mouth. Like, I barely had to chew! Amazing how quickly fried fat can dissolve on the tongue!
PPPS - This Skylark trip was particularly necessary because I was there on Monday (yes, I'm a lady who lunches, no comment please) and had a SUPREMELY unsatisfying meal of huevos rancheros. As in, I wanted to cry. And my friends were fearful because hell hath no fury like a Kathryn who does not like her food. This trip was needed to erase the traumatic memory of a terrible meal from the best diner ever.
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