by Ryan
(Firstly, I apologize for the corny title. Really, this is what you get from taking two Creative Writing classes in college so there.)
Once upon a time there was a quaint all-day breakfast joint in Tomas Morato called Heaven n' Eggs. It wasn't the best place on earth but needless to say it had its rustic charm. It had a solid lineup of pancakes, toast, and then some. (Sorry for the ambiguity; this was years...