Holy mother of God, man. We wouldn't trade a dozen sliders and cheese fries for this beast: Shredded cheddar is sprinkled on top of a wicked sausage gravy, which is poured over the omelette itself; there must be at least be four eggs. Inside are a fistful of lightly grilled onions, lots of them; two bales of shredded potato (yes, inside) along with a hefty chunk of sausage (yes, sausage both inside and out.) Those of you worried about a having a heart attack at a young age are advised to forego the interior sausage -- there's enough sausage in the gravy alone for all but the heftiest trucker, and that added sausage grease will still be lubricating your esophagus next Thursday. But you're drunk -- and you're no veggie pansy -- so go for all that sausage, nearly a pig's worth. You can just skip breakfast and lunch tomorrow. (Note: We advise ordering the Country Omelette as though it were a shared dessert -- in some circles, it's eaten as a dessert. Split it among the group and order some OJ, and you're set.)
Now, you've got your choice of pancakes or toast. Go for the pancakes, duh, for maximum value. It's like a bonus entrée. They come with a Granny Smith-size scoop of butter, and you'll need all of it. Go ahead and order a side of bacon, because nothing absorbs sausage gravy like bacon (and, remarkably, vice versa). Wash it all down with a Red Bull espresso, and it's off to the marathon.