Peppery chicken fried steak. Delectable gravy. Hashbrowns perfectly crisp. Eggs cooked the way I like them. Sourdough toast with just the right amount of butter. High octane coffee. I pushed aside the new eating regime for a morning to discover a taste of heaven hiding in my backyard.

Ever since I’ve moved to Portland I’ve been looking for the ultimate diner breakfast with incredible food, friendly staff, and reasonable prices. Up until this weekend when I was introduced to the Hollywood Burger Bar, nothing was quite right.

I can rejoice — I have finally found my “real breakfast” fix for those days when nothing else will do but tasty artery-clogging comfort food. Hooray!