A month or so ago, I really wanted breakfast. Since it was during the week, there was no way in hell I was going to get up and cook breakfast at home. Cereal, for me, is not really a breakfast option, because if I’m going to put forth some effort to eat a meal, it better be hot and have some sort of meat thrown in the mix. On the way to work, we stopped by Super America to get, what we call in our house, a fizzy pop. (“Fizzy pop” is a fountain drink, complete with ice. I don’t know. It just sounded cute.)
While waiting in line behind either the thugs, the homos, or the families of 8 where each kid gets one treat as long as it’s under $1, I had the opportunity to look over the fine selection of breakfast sandwiches. I saw one, for the low low price of 99 cents, that I just couldn’t pass up. On the label, it claimed to have gravy INSIDE the biscuit. That particular morning, nothing sounded better than a gravy explosion in my mouth for less than a buck.
And let me tell you this: it was worth every single one of those 99 cents. As far as I’m concerned, very sandwich should contain some type of gravy in the middle. I could live on Super America’s Gravy Explosion Sandwiches every morning for breakfast. Unfortunately, I think everyone in the vicinity of 35th and Nicollet has the same thought, because lately those sandwiches are nearly impossible to get your hands on!