View Trumps Porn...for Today Anyway

With the early morning departure of four of the guys, we were down to just a half dozen of us by the time I woke up.

I had already made clear my intention of having breakfast on the Nags Head pier today because I hadn't done it since I was a child and honestly, I don't even remember doing it then.

One of the guys wanted to go with me and the other four were going to get take-out from Biscuits and Porn (takeout breakfast biscuits, not take-out porn...they said), so we split up.

It was lightly raining when we arrived at the pier and there were a lot of fishermen taking their gear out in hopes of a good catch on a rainy day.

Either that or they had nothing better to do in the rain, but who am I to judge?

We requested seats on the enclosed deck rather than in the restaurant proper and were rewarded with surf crashing all around us and a great view of the anglers.

Some of the guys at the house had alerted me to the mega-sized blueberry pancakes (both as a warning and a recommendation), since they'd already eaten there a couple of times this week and considered themselves pier pros.

I finally decided on eggs with sausage, mainly because they served patties rather than links, which is my preference.

The hash browns were way better than average, not greasy or tasting as if they'd been long under a heat lamp (as I had also been advised by a hash brown aficionado) and my biscuit came porn-less, as expected (there are always trade-offs in life).

My companion had ordered breakfasts #16 and #17 (while he is a big guy, the waitress had tried to talk him out of it), so there were plenty of pancakes to share after all.

I loved all the old photographs on the walls of the deck.

There was one of the restaurant with a casino sign on it and there were several of the parking lot with vintage cars in it.
And of course, pictures of men with their catches, although not always smiling. There was even an old wooden parking sign, looking quaint and weathered.

Paying our bill, I noticed the Peach Jacks on the counter, personal-sized fried peach pies that looked mighty good.

Seeing me admiring them, the cashier, clearly a pier veteran, asked if I'd ever had one.

I stunned her by saying it was my first time eating at the pier.

"Well, it better not be your last!" she admonished.

Not likely, although I have to admit to some curiosity about Biscuits and Porn's breakfast offerings, too.

But it would probably be wiser if I didn't go with one of the frat boys there.

That'll just have to be a solo breakfast excursion.

Biscuits and porn for one, please...at least once.