I could eat breakfast food at every meal. If I can sleep in, then gather friends and leisurely nibble on decadence in a fashion that make the consumption of that food land in the realm of brunch, I am in heaven. And among my favorite sinful treats is the Citrus-Banana French Toast at Square One in Los Angeles. It’s basically dessert, which – one could argue – contradicts my claim that breakfast food is my favorite. I’ll claim the ignorance of Marie Antoinette instead; cake is the just better bread, right?