I know I go when I'm too hungover to fry a few eggs and make some coffee. Hell, I think last time I was at Denny's was a few years ago, around 3am on New Years day as the drugs were wearing off. Smelling like sex and shame, looking similar. Even if my stomach was saying "NO FOOD" getting half my plate down was the best thing for the morning to come. You see, New Years morning is rarely forgiving. It knows you don't have to work. It has no sympathy. It's ready to smack your ass and tell you to shape up, the whole year can't be like this.