You know, with missing the feel of going out to breakfast -- how about the friendly waitresses, the ones who don't act like taking your order is an interruption of the far more important things they would be doing instead of waiting on your table?
Ok, that's not the road I meant to go down, what I really meant to write but got sidetracked in the thinking about favorite breakfast spots back home, was the way you'd get your coffee refilled from the pot, even if it was sh*t coffee, it was sh*t brewed coffee, and you'd get it constantly topped up. Ahhhhhh, sniff! Them were the days. LOL