This 3:30am experience of giving up on a sleepless night was the culinary equivalent of jumping in the mosh pit at a Pantera concert. Life is good. Though I usually trust my initial gut instinct now that I'm older, this time was different. I was greeted with a 'good morning!' by all three smiling faces that were busy tending the eating utensils, the stove, and paperwork of some sort... I told myself that the reason I was the only customer but yet there appeared to be only one, clean table was simply because I had just missed the 2:30am rush... I went for it. Reminiscing how the petite-framed waitress was able to multitask so much and so well both physically and verbally all while keeping her cellphone held to her ear with only her shoulder does still vex my mind... I remember thinking how I hoped I wouldn't have to interrupt her to ask for coffee... I never did. I never had to. She never let me see an empty coffee cup and I never had to ask for a refill even once. I tipped her well. In fact, I'd be hard-pressed not to say that she was probably the best waitress I've ever experienced. And the chef! That truly was the best breakfast I've ever ate. As I remember myself sitting there all alone with my own judgemental mind... My nervous eyes constantly picking up as much as they could from the reflections off the dark windows and with their peripheral; the young man's love for the Asian culture (I'm assuming, because of his samurai-like top knot) --- her, and the stainless steel post that was pierced right through the center of her upper lip, which was only one of her alternative life-style features that had my silly mind guessing she had a poster of Harley Quinn above her bed... It was all vanity. And to some, the cricket that slowly crawled as if suffering an injury from one side of the room to the other; the ants that made a line to the syrup-covered menu on the other table, they might have been bothered by it... But I quickly remember how I currently live in a Jeep and sleep with the windows down, as I save to start my own business, and all the critters I currently have to deal with -- and I remember even further at how far I've come from when I was living in a tent in the woods... Oh, how the critters were so much bigger and ruder then... America today is such an interesting time to be alive and this particular restaurant not only reminded me of that, but also gave me the best service and the best breakfast I've ever had and also the coffee was pure fuel which is why I wrote such a lengthy and weirdly descriptive, 5-star review... Thanks, WH and crew! I will be back :)