Driving to Berardi's for dinner I saw Lemmy's sign, "Best Breakfast in Town."  Place looked right.  Quirky-drive-inish.  Seemed to have a thing about sea monsters.  Good possibility I thought.

Headed back the next morning.  All sorts of home cooking going on.  Passed up the perch and eggs and a stack of wild cherry pancakes for a plate of country fried steak and eggs.  Came with great homefries and a couple of biscuits designed for sopping.