Pulling off I-75 into a sea of outlet shoppers and roadside signs, you’d be forgiven for thinking this is just another humble Michigan diner.
But the second you see a server straining under the weight of a BLT that uses a literal pound of bacon, you realize the rules of physics have been politely asked to leave the building.
I’m the person who usually scoffs at “gimmick” portions, but there is something undeniably earnest about the way they pile thick-cut Italian bread high with everything from nine-egg omelets to mountains of crispy hash browns…