Why oh why oh, did I go to Ohio?
The garbage omelet at Nancy’s, roundish on the ends and high in the middle, is reason enough to visit the buckeye state. Poke around inside to find a liberty garden’s worth of vegetables and the meat six-pack. Nice melty cheese glues the works together.
Stacked high and mighty on an adjoining plate, Nancy’s plainly named Breakfast Sandwich dares you to unhinge your jaw like a boa.
Speak up or your sandwich will be simply bread and sausage. Don’t pass up the lubricating egg, crisp lettuce and not-too-bad tomato slice. Oh, and mayonnaise to keep the fat ratio UP. This sandwich slides down easy.
Saturday night. Go out and catch a band, don’t drink too much. Thinking breakfast? At a counter? Me too.
If you drive with conviction the trip from DC to Nancy’s is roughly 7 hours.By the time you get there the hash browns with sausage gravy will be screaming your name.
The grease-polished flat top at Nancy’s is the picture of omelet nirvana. The sanguine woman deftly handling the eggs will slip a plate in front of you with Sunday morning calm.
The Lunch Encounter 
THEY have the best chicken and noodle! I am sad they are closing.