One of my friends in VT is horrified that I still eat breakfast like a NYC resident. I eat what I call two slices of rye and fly.
He isnsisted I join him for breakfast and his plate can be descibed as an orgy of glutony. Three eggs sunnyside up, Two links of Sausage. Three strips of bacon, hash browns and a stack of pancakes covered with butter and local Maple Syrup.
" My god I can feel the cholesterol in the air. Don't you understand that heart disease and stroke is no laughing matter.I am amazed anyone can eat like that and make it to thirty. What do you call that the toe tag special." I said.
" As we say in VT what the f8&^&^& . The key is to have a six pack every night and the alcohol washes away your cholesterol" my friend said.
"Good heavens that will kill your liver"I said
" Details , details you big city folk worry to much" he said.
Let me assure my friends I will never eat a toe tag special. I didn't come through all of the adveristy to die of a hearty breakfast. Beakerkin RIP WTC 93 survivor and 9-11 witness felled by VT breakfasts is not the way I want to go.
There is a demolition derby in the next town but I will be in the stands. Some people think I should be driving based upon my normaly bad driving. I have head clutch of death to describe my grip on the steering wheel.
I like VT and the locals are great but the food is dreadful seriously .