M and I had breakfast at a local diner that shall remain nameless. He ordered eggs, toast, and home fries; I got french toast and an order of fries. About two cups of coffee later, our meal arrived.
Um… this is french toast?
Mind you, it hit the spot. Butter, syrup… the works. Quickly gobbled down. But it was just too… egg heavy. Doesn’t it look more like three square omelets than bread? Eh, shouldn’t complain. Good and cheap are always acceptable, no matter what it looks like.