morning comes around, breakfast revisited

I met two guys last night at the coffee shop near the apartment. They were playing indulgent, middle-aged guy folk rock. During a smoke break they came out to the porch to talk and I asked them where I could get a great breakfast. They both suggested, as the ultimate great breakfast, two places I've already been to and deemed mediocre at best. Therefore, there is no hope for a decent breakfast down here, especially after one of them said "Well, there's always IHOP."

You can't see me, but this is my sad face.