The Farmer's Breakfast... is Toast.

Meaning... vanquished. Yesterday at the infamous "Come Spring" diner Sean pointed to the "Farmer's Breakfast" as his meal du jour. I tried to warn him that it made grown men, lumberjacks quail, that small families did not eat that much at a sitting. Surely it was a feat to
great for even a teenager like himself who's, as they say in Maine, "not from around here'yah." But he came, he saw, he conquered the three pieces of French Toast, two eggs over easy, bacon, a heap o' deep-fried home fries, homemade toast and juice like a hero... like an Achilles of the
Morning Meal!