The breakfast of morbidly obese champions

There is something about a rainy Saturday morning that makes me crave strong coffee and a heaping plate of country fried steak. Luckily, Marla,Owen and Henry were not difficult to convince. So, dinosaurs in hand, we trundled off to Gravy in NE Portland.

Tim the waiter was there. Thank you Tim, for never letting my coffee cup reach bottom. My hands are still shaking. Seriously.

I don't believe I need to say anything here.

Why, yes, that is a 1 pound portion of country fried steak. Yes, those are 3 fresh eggs scrambled perfectly. Oh indeed, I almost forgot about the hashbrowns. No, I did not feel good after eating this...I felt GREAT.