My friend, Jack, told me this weekend about a new restaurant in Los Angeles called Flake. Guess what they serve?! Cereal! In fact, guess what is the only thing they serve? Cereal! 40 varieties, as a matter of fact. With thirty toppings. And nine choices of milk.
Is this really necessary? Me, I just don't get it, but maybe because that cold stuff I drop in a bowl and throw some yogurt on is not that exciting a food to drive to Los Angeles. And yes, let me over-generalize here, but I am guessing there is a certain group of men for whom this would be considered fine dining.
 And you thought ordering at Starbucks was complicated. Can I guess? Whole, skim, no-fat, soy, chocolate, strawberry, goat, yak, and mother's . . .
 Guys who shop at Fry's religiously, bachelors, Dilberts, priests of a certain age, and any combination thereof. On the other hand, this might be a fun place for a kid's party.