Breakfast at Tudor's
I met a friend for breakfast this morning at Tudor’s Biscut World. If you’re not from West Virginia, you probably haven’t heard of Tudor’s. And you’re probably at less risk for heart disease.
To paint this picture, we’ll need plenty of bitter coffee, heavy accents, and cholesterol. It will be an oil-based painting. Lots of grease. This morning’s special was the “Big Tater,” an amalgam of fried potatoes, bacon, eggs, and sausage gravy topped with cheese. There are three of these greasy spoons in my hometown of 11,000. As their patrons steadily die off from massive coronaries, Tudor’s will eventually run themselves out of business.
I went with a simple sausage biscuit, but still left feeling as though I had put a brick in my stomach. Unless I don’t make it to tomorrow, Merry Christmas!