Home of the He-Man. A fictional page for the old, demolished location.
"When I drove past the super-hip greasy spoon the Lamp Post a few weeks ago I couldn’t help but notice the challenge painted on their window: The He-Man Breakfast. This is a true heart-clogger only those with stomachs of steel and bowels of brass can take on: three eggs (any way you like ’em), two meats (patties, links, or bacon), pancakes or French toast, two massive servings of hash browns, two slices of toast (white or wheat), and the required biscuits and sausage gravy, all served on a gigantic pizza platter. The first time I visited the restaurant there was a gentleman who brought in two fish he had caught in Lake Erie. While the cook sliced, diced, and fried them up he told us he had two He-Mans in the same night. I don’t know if he was joking, but I wouldn’t try it myself. Just take a look at the photo and let me know what you think. The Lamp Post is currently (as of this posting) open 24/7. When the bars close at 2:30 a.m. it’s supposedly packed with a crowd ready to either fight or pass out. Even when you visit during daytime hours expect to sit next to both the upper crust and the hoi palloi. There’s no question you’ll be referred to as “Honey” by the gracious wait staff. I was also granted the honor of sitting next to a real chill individual named Cory Frizzell who had a lot of enjoyable charisma."
I walked under the lamp post and thought of your mom She'd come back if she could to remind you she's gone And beg you to stop doing what she did wrong I only hope if you listen close mom I might knock some sense in you from beyond And I'm up on the overpass watching the cars And . .