My grandpa is right about many things. However, he also offers his opinion on very many things, so I can neither confirm nor deny that he’s more right on average than most people.
But he was right about the New York-style deli a few blocks from me. Since my childhood my gold standard for fatty breakfast sandwich was McDonald’s sausage biscuit. I now renounce that as the sad, if perhaps vaguely approximating cute, cluelessness of youth.
In other news, I have determined that fresh rhubarb presents a clear and present danger to my waistline.