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Breakfast in Chattanooga

A skeleton on a skateboard doubles as the chandelier. Old concert posters cover the walls – we see you Sleater Kinney. And you might see old cigarette butts in an ashtray on the porch as you wait. Eww. Still interested? Good. Because the breakfasts are damn good in this cramped cottage of quirk, from three-egg scrambles to the Waffle of Insane Genius.

There will be a wait.