merry christmas.

while most of you assholes were sitting around being harassed or otherwise hassled by your family at a less than exciting christmas meal, i went to pete's this morning for breakfast. julie, who is usually working asked me if i wanted my regular table and after i sat she asked if i wanted my regular chicken fried steak with white gravy, over medium egg, hasbrowns, and whole wheat toast. to which i replied yes. to say pete was in rare form is to be redundant. i don't think i've ever had a breakfast from him that wasn't perfect. knowing this somehow made breakfast taste better on christmas day. best present i've gotten in years.
this also marks the 100th post on h-is-for-hungry. i found it fitting to talk about my favorite diner in provo, maybe anywhere. i hear alot of people go on about how they like to support local this and that (especially new hipster driven cafes), but somehow they've never ventured far enough out of their social scene to actually find local food. i think pete has had his place running for about 15-20 years? i could be wrong, but i don't care. the point is, all you idiots talking about how much you love to support local shit need to support pete. he's been around longer, his food is better, and he's nicer than any fucker trying to be cool ripping off wes anderson.
anyone who reads this with any sort of frequency, thanks. i'm not making money off this, just having a good time.
hope you come get food with me every now and again.