>>You sound like my dad... He is almost eligible for the senior citizen's menu at Perkins. I guarantee you he will never use it though.
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>Not if he keeps eating at Perkins, he won't ;-) Maybe this is a health kick, who knows. Maybe he switched over from Bob Evans and biscuits and gravy every morning.
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>Like I should be engaging in a "my dad can out-cholesterol your dad" contest. He has breakfast almost every morning at a hole-in-the-wall Greek place in a forgotten part of Portland where he has been eating breakfast for years. As my brother pointed out, it's like Cheers -- everybody knows your name. Everyone is greeted by name, with genuine warmth, and they rag each other endlessly about such things as Red Sox vs. Yankees and Republicans vs. Democrats. Eating there is like stepping into a Richard Russo novel. Like siblings, they know exactly where to strike. Endless laughs. It really is a cool place. But the cholesterol, OMG, off the charts. Eggs fried in butter, sausages and bacon, buttered toast, hash browns made the real way. It's a wonder the regulars are still walking around. I guess they have other things going for them. None of them would admit it under torture but there are a lot of movers and shakers there, many millionaires by my guess. Some wildass part of them
> likes meeting at the greasy spoon every morning with the old gang.

Give me the address! Sounds like a great place. I have lots of friends in Portland.