Oddly, I nearly stopped at a Denny's today for my twice-annual-or-so breakfast there, the one with eggs, bacon (not the bacon and sausage combo, just all bacon, thanks), hash browns, toast, orange juice, coffee...AND pancakes, drowned in butter and syrup. But as I got close to the place, it didn't seem like quite the right time, so I didn't. Now I wish I had ignored my noble inner voices and just gone in and eaten the damned thing.