The Mexican staple huevos rancheros, as prepared by your humble servant, a dish of such artery-clogging gorgeousness that the last time I made it I took a photo of it for bragging rights. Two hot quarter-folded tortillas, spicy tomato sauce full of chilli, sliced avocado, massive dollops of refried beans and sour cream, and two lightly fried eggs.
Breakfast of champions, assuming said champions don't mind dying at 32.