Somewhere between your alarm going off and your first cup of coffee, the universe is quietly nudging you toward Fast Eddie’s Diner in Phoenix, Arizona.
This is the kind of place that makes you wonder why you ever settled for a sad granola bar eaten over your kitchen sink.
Let’s talk about breakfast for a second.
Not the kind that comes in a paper bag handed to you through a window by someone who looks as thrilled to be there as you are…