Jack of Harts

A note to all you hotels.  When I wake up, I don’t want a continental breakfast, a bagel and maybe some cheese.  I grew up in America.  I want an American breakfast.  Ham and eggs and potatoes cooked on or in a real by God oven, not nuked on a hotplate if I’m lucky.  Stick to my ribs food.  Please do not advertise that you have a continental breakfast as if that means something.  It don’t.