One of my Chinese friends whose childhood was spent with government coupons for food and other basic staples said, he would never queue for food. Agreed. But, this is my one significant food queue last year: The Breakfast Club, SoHo. Fortunately, d**n good breakfast food. We ordered pancake, breakfast burritos, the full monty, and their coffee. Meanwhile, their interior directly brings you back to Breakfast Club, the movie (1985), with late 80's and 90's trinkets on the wall. I have 90's as the worst decade with visual image in my memory, but somehow it creates comfort. I am currently listening to 311's Amber in a loop and the song describes the restaurant's vibe: as simple as Ska beats coupled with wooden tables and stools, messy, colourful mementos.