Where: Rooster’s Breakfast Club 6020 Phinney Ave N 206-706-2990When: Thursday, around 2 p.m.Level of Hangover: A solid 7. A good friend in town plus a keg of Manny’s and lot’s of Mario Kart equals a very hungover Suzie. The Soak: Rooster’s Breakfast Club appeals to me for a few reasons. For one thing, it primarily serves breakfast, my favorite meal of the day, until the late afternoon which means I can sleep off most of my hangover and still get the grease and carbs I need to finish the job. Also, it’s rumored that the building that houses Roosters (formerly Val’s Cafe) will eventually be torn down so I have this sense of urgency to get a taste before it’s too late. Finally, and perhaps most important, Rooster is a high school nickname some friends gave me (my last name is pronounced roo). It never really stuck but that doesn’t stop me from thinking I have some kind of stake in the place.

Roosters, which is run by the former cook of Pete’s Egg Nest, is small and cozy. We were one of only two occupied tables, the other filled with a father and his three (rather annoying) kids. My dining companion decided to throw his usually strict healthy diet into the toilet for his vacation and when I heard him order the biscuits and gravy with bacon instead of sausage, I knew he meant business. After consulting with the very friendly and attentive waitress, I opted for the eggs benedict. She assured me they were one of their specialties. We both asked for our hash browns crispy which is a request that usually goes unfulfilled but I’m happy to report that when our food arrived, they were just how I like them. I’d heard that the portions at Roosters are huge and the rumors proved true when I got a load of my friend’s plate. It was gargantuan, so much so that I could not stop commenting on it. “Stop, you’re making me feel weird about it,” he eventually whined so I shut up and launched into my decidedly less gigantically-portioned plate. My eggs benedict was adequate with a creamy and lemony Hollandaise sauce but when faced with staring at a plate of all that biscuits and gravy goodness being devoured across from me, I couldn’t really concentrate on it. It was like an amazing seven layer dip but instead of Mexican-style flavors, it was biscuits, a heap of eggs, generous amounts of thick-cut bacon with gravy poured over the whole thing and finally, shredded cheddar cheese.”You can have some,” he finally said. Oh, who me? The girl who has been staring holes into your breakfast? Really, I shouldn’t. Ok, maybe just a taste…Oh Heaven! You must be a sea of gravy with biscuit islands and rain that falls in the form of eggs and bacon. Eggs benedict who? My fork strayed over to his side of the table several times until I caught a stern glare from my friend. I reluctantly went back to my breakfast and sullenly watched as he cleaned his plate. Hair of the Dog: The waitress is more than happy to constantly refill the coffee cups, and the OJ tastes freshly squeezed. Success of the Soak: There is a very obvious drawback to all that foody goodness–the next couple of hours were dedicated to nothing other than being full. My big plans of dishes and laundry and errands was replaced with laying on my couch, holding my stomach and occasionally moaning. Would I do it again? You bet your sweet ass I would.