I had doubled back to Salina, Utah the night before so as to be within quick striking distance of Mom's Cafe for breakfast, which I had read about in Road Food. For most of my breakfast, I had the front room of the cafe to myself, complete with a view of its lovely bar. Feed a cold, starve a fever...take a mystery virus out for a massive breakfast. Mom's in Salina, Utah. The breakfast itself was nothing exceptional, much as the portions were generous. This extended to a large tumbler of water and my own pot of coffee (I love establishments that meet my need for excessive beverage before I even ask), along with every condiment I could possibly need. Among the latter was a bottle of honey butter, a natural if perhaps artery-clogging marriage of spreads. These to accompany the item for which Mom's is perhaps best known, their scone. Mom's is certainly like no other such bread of which I've partaken, something between a traditional s