There's a few things I like, such as shepherd's pie (with the Guinness) and corned beef and cabbage , but for the most part, yeah, Dennis Leary had it right:
But if I was gonna eat breakfast anywhere in the world, Ireland would be it. HUGE breakfasts, and none of that sissy carbs crap.
I used to get breakfast at this place called Zachary's in Santa Cruz. Hippies would wait in line for more than an hour to get seated. I know, who would wait that long for breakfast? Well, I would at this place.
If it was a day that I had absolutely nothing else I had to get done, I would order the following.
Mike's Mess
Coffee
Guinness
The hot coffee and the lukewarm stout were perfect if sipped alternately, from either side of the plate.
A Mike's mess consists of the following:
Huge bed of home fries topped with
-scrambled eggs
-cheese
-bacon
-onions
-mushrooms
-peppers
-sour cream
-olives
-anything else they had that you wanted thrown on top.
I imagine that was pretty close to an Irish breakfast.