One Sunday morning Nancy popped out of bed like a piece of toast from a toaster and proclaimed, āI’m not cooking, let’s go out for breakfast.ā I am now faced with a dilemma. Do I get my lazy butt out of bed, or lie here and starve? I quickly replied, āgood idea dear.ā You know what they say, āhappy wife, happy life.ā Remembering that our neighbor recently recommended Bella’s Short Stack in Algonquin, I decided now would be a good time to try it.