It was not only the President’s day holiday today but the winter finally showed its face (it was 70 degrees two days ago), giving us a glancing blow, a parting shot – a layer of slippery sleet on the road surfaces, causing school cancellations.  So my daughter and I took full advantage of this opportunity to make our way (slowly) downtown to eat breakfast at the Sunny Side Up diner. 

For twenty years it has remained the same.  In the early days the same lovely waitresses (either Destiny or Veronica) would know my order before I picked out a booth . . . the “Westside” breakfast, eggs scrambled, add jalapenos, a side of salsa.  And don’t forget the wheat toast. 

After a considerable amount of time thinking of the best breakfast I’ve ever had (yes, breakfast is an important element in my life), it is bar none the Westside breakfast at the Sunny Side Up diner.    

It is simply a conglomeration of grilled bell peppers, onions, tomatoes and jalapenos, bits of savory pork sausage, scrambled eggs, hash browns.  And I always order a side of their homemade salsa.  That’s the secret.  And then simple wheat toast, which they butter and brown on the grill.  Then you mix it all together and pour the salsa on top.  Perfection!

And transportable.  In New Mexico, substitute the jalapenos for green chiles.  In Seattle, forget the sausage and replace with smoked salmon.