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Spice of Life: Breakfast of Champions takes on new meaning

Last Modified: Tuesday, January 08, 2013 6:40 PM

By Eric Cormier / American Press

HOUSTON — To heck with Wheaties and its “Breakfast of Champions” advertisements.

I don’t care about sports figures winning gold medals, dunking superstars or quarterbacks that toss sideline completing masterpieces.

None of that has ever mattered to me, especially during the last 10 years as I watched tests, surgery, pain, sickness, and ultimately good health experienced by the woman who bore me life.

On Monday, I ate breakfast with a champion, my mother Marion Cormier, after doctors at Texas M.D. Anderson Cancer Center informed her that her plight with leukemia was all clear based on the most recent blood tests. She no longer has to go to the hospital for checkups — visits to the facility are still scheduled as doctors monitor another cancer she has battled — instead, tests can be done in Lake Charles under the watchful eye of physicians in Houston.

After she filled her prescription — moments after walking out the doctors office — she looked at me and said, “Let’s go. I’m hungry.”

Mom already tipped me off that she wanted to eat at The Breakfast Klub at 3711 Travis St.

Someone told her about the eatery that opened in 2001 and has since obtained national attention for its food from Good Morning America, USA Today, Esquire, Forbes not to mention being voted best breakfast by Houston Press and a myriad of other recognitions.

Prior to our visit, she asked me to research the place which led to us looking at the menu and photos of plated food.

Fried chicken wings and waffles; fried fish with eggs, grits and toast; wings and grits; large pan cakes along with a long list of other down-home and gut busting dishes that make you want to walk out the place and head straight to a couch for a nap were featured.

Hospital staff told us the place was awesome and normally had lines around the building. We were seated within five minutes.

Mom ordered the special of the day, a heaping plate of steamy hot red beans and rice with six fried chicken wings.

The wings were not those cute little niblets that are offered at many franchise restaurants. These wings look like they were taken off the body of a Texas sized and bred big chicken.

I ordered the fried catfish with two sunny-side up eggs, grits, and toast.

Both of us took pictures of our meals because this was a moment to share and remember.

Mom brought back to Lake Charles four wings and a lot of beans and rice after exclaiming, “Lord, this is so good but so much.”

Each of us was full and happy because of the satisfaction from our meal but more importantly from the news that she continues to win an everyday Super Bowl styled health matter.

In my opinion, Wheaties would do a lot of good with their product by showing off the men and women who contend with real life problems and carry themselves like champions.

Breakfast of champions — like my mom — would have a whole lot more meaning.


Eric Cormier writes about food every Wednesday. Contact him at or 494-4090.

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