Their "generous" pile of homefries should have been called "monsterous."

The biscuits were mutants, twice the size of the usual ones.

As for "our own chili," it was just frightening.

There's really no point in loosening that belt, mister.

A normal breakfast looks big, until placed beside a 15-inch pizza pan loaded with glop.

Renato makes a valiant effort, but the reality of this task is beginning to set in.

He's beginning to fade: not even half-way yet.

Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we'll have some leftovers today.

What a wonderful way to begin a workday.

The Winner, and Still Champeen!