Grease in my belly

After a delightful evening of binge drinking in celebration of my bf's birthday, it was decided in the morning that a meal of bacon and eggs was in order. And when I say 'morning', I really mean late afternoon - like around 3 o'clock or so. Unfortunately, it was a Sunday and as you can imagine, there are very few places that are open on that day, at that time. So we were forced to go to a certain establishment who name rhymes with 'Benny's'. I hesitate to use the real name for fear of being sued for defamation of character or something...so use your imagination. Anyway, we ordered the typical breakfast foods and halfway through our meal, we stopped, looked at eachother and immediately regretted our choice to dine there. I won't beat around the bush, so i'll just say, basically all this place serves is deep-fried filth. Everything, and I DO mean everything, is just saturated in some kind of fat. I have never wanted a salad so badly. I'm not even sure they had salad there...probably just deep fried lettuce or something. I implore you, people, save yourselves. Save your heart and your arteries and your wellbeing. Fruit is really good, I promise.