I don't know why it is, but I can more easily recall some of the great breakfasts that I've enjoyed better than any other meal. Rarely, do I recall a lunch, except for those hundreds of lunches at The Works in Glenview, Illinois. Anyway, this 1960 breakfast menu from the Statler Hilton Cafe in Manhattan brought to mind some of the great breakfast feasts that I've had the privilege to enjoy.
I'll bet the food at the Statler was tasty, but nothing like the farmhouse breakfast I enjoyed a few years ago at a B&B in Brevard, NC. It was all basic stuff: eggs, biscuits, bacon, but the quality and freshness of every ingredient made it something that I'll never forget. Delicious.
Breakfast is the best meal of the day—everything is ahead of you. In 1960, it must have seemed like everything good lay ahead for America. Kennedy had just been elected. The country built cars that were big and luxurious—and gas was cheap and plentiful. Bob Dylan had just come on the scene and Elvis was still cool. Yeah, 1960 was breakfast in America.
I didn't come along until five years later. By then, Elvis wasn't cool and Dylan had ridden away on his motorcycle and the Stone were complaining on the radio about this and that. The War had started in Vietnam, and it'd be another decade before we had Springsteen for any glimmer of salvation.
Yeah, breakfast sure is a good meal.