C'mon, that was pretty good.

"Today I had the 3 eggs scrambled. They use a special fork at this place today to whip the eggs, so they are fluffier than the usual place and the bacon was a special thick cut portion offered only at this place I was at."

Cmon, Frank is just an idiot. We all know it. Even those who like him, know he isnt the sharpest balloon in the box.

So when he says "You arent a funny a person" you know he laughed and just cant stand that I did it.

Maybe we can get more of his views on the Zimmerman case, I am sure they are filled with insight. That is if he is not too busy reviewing plain everyday breakfast joints across Chicago.

"Today I had the 3 eggs scrambled. They use a special fork at this place today to whip the eggs, so they are fluffier than the usual place and the bacon was a special thick cut portion offered only at this place I was at."

Here's a good breakfast story for you guys. Enjoy!

Back when I was really rolling in the horse business and my stable was based at Maywood Park, we would often go out after the races. One cold winter night we were out drinking it up and eventually we ended up at O’Callaghan’s, as usual. I surrendered at around 3:00 a.m. so I got the rest of this story secondhand, but it’s a good one.

My friends Tom, Mike, and Ken kept going until they ended up closing the place. Tom and Mike were ready to go home, but Ken started whining about how he wanted strawberry pancakes. The other two guys didn’t really want to go but Ken was insistent. When they tell the story now, the imitation of Ken whining becomes more bitchy and high-pitched with every re-telling. “I waaaaant strawberry paaaaancaaaaakes!” Anyway, after a little begging by Ken, Tom and Mike finally acquiesced and agreed to meet him at a coffee shop on Clark Street to grab breakfast. By this time it’s close to five in the morning.

So, Tom and Mike show up and they’re waiting and waiting and waiting and no Ken. That’s right, Mr. Strawberry Pancakes never shows up. These guys are pissed, but they eat their breakfast and when the waitress asks if they want anything else, Mike says, “Yeah, we’ll take an order of strawberry pancakes to go.” They drive over to Ken’s house which is near Justin’s over on Southport. They find Ken’s car and they get out and take the strawberry pancakes and smash that shit all over his fuckin’ windshield. It was about 10 degrees outside with snow and ice all over the place. Just imagine these two drunken buffoons bundled up in their overcoats smearing strawberry pancakes all over a gray BMW parked on School Street.

Ken is a big-shot executive and the next morning he had an important meeting with some company lawyers and he was running a little late. He came outside and took one look at his car and said, “What the fuck???!!!! He grabbed his ice scraper and began desperately scraping frozen strawberry pancakes off his windows. Ken is scraping and muttering and muttering and scraping. Insult to injury: a hipster comes sauntering by, looks at Ken and says, “Hey man, are you gonna eat those?”

Frank's reviews are pretty good, but that's funny as fuck, bigfan. You nailed it!

So if his reviews are pretty good, then I must have nailed the part of Frank being an idiot?

Takes years of experience to tell someone about what you had for breakfast, because they are all so different.

I don't write the reviews, bigfan.

also, who ya crappin? http://Redacted/pizza.htm

I must be the only one who found it ironic that Chas's mother lives among MINORITIES!

So I'm an idiot because I don't write those breakfast reviews that you seem to read so often? I'm an idiot because I'm sure we are all dying to know what you said on the air to Carmen and Jurko or how Shaky's pizza in Mexico is.

You're still not a funny person.

I love breakfast

Give me three eggs scrambled with sausage links and hash browns and we are in fucking business my man

Still not funny.

I take it as a compliment that you think I'm an idiot, bagman. And I couldn't possibly care less what others PM or text you about me.