Breakfast in Maryland isn’t just a meal. It’s a championship event.
I wandered into a mom-and-pop diner fully expecting the usual eggs-and-toast routine, and then the home fries arrived. Golden, crispy, perfectly seasoned, basically MVPs of the plate. Suddenly, my fork had a mind of its own, shuttling spuds to my mouth like they were winning medals.
This was breakfast for the champs: simple, hearty, and done so well it felt like a small miracle. The eggs, the toast, the coffee? All solid, sure…