Ah, Boulder! For Ben's "birthday," we had breakfast with friends at my favorite diner, Dot's.

Dot's is in the college neighborhood, but is equally frequented by bums. You can bet your waitress is a lesbian enviromental activist. They regularly rotate the art with installations by locals. They have fresh flowers on the tables. You can order any meal vegan - with avocado or tofu, and request cage-free eggs be used in your omelette. But they can also make a mean, greasy plate of sausage. I come for the non-vegan fair.

Ben is enjoying a favorite: Arnold's eggs (foreground). Ham, eggs, cheese on a biscuit smothered in gravy. Oh, blessed biscuits! I drive all the way just for the biscuits. Cut from a pan, they are savory, buttery, melt in your mouth pieces of heaven, served with a squeeze bottle of raspberry jam.

I opt for a house breakfast: sausage, egg, incredible peppery hash browns, and that perfect biscuit.