I went to a quaint bed and breakfast last Christmas, known for culinary delights. On my first morning I ordered the Eggs Benedict. To my astonishment, the dish was served on the hubcap of a 1958 Cadillac.

When I asked the server about the unusual breakfast service, she (a fetching red-haired lass) replied "Our chef is a brilliant man in the kitchen, but quite eccentric. He insists that 'There's no plate like chrome for the hollandaise!'"