Greasiest of 'em all

Ate breakfast at legendary Montreal eatery Cosmos last weekend. Dangerously obese man sitting at the counter eating a huge pile of toast off a plate containing every meat known to man (not shown). Overheard him saying he'd been eating there since age 13. I believed him. Shared their specialty, the "Mish Mash" with S. It contained, and I shit you not, four eggs, potatoes, tomatoes, bacon, sausage, salami, and slices of processed cheese. All mashed up and served with toast. Best breakfast in the city. Also the most likely to kill you.