The only thing I know about Independence, OH — a town just south of Cleveland of which I have seen nothing but the exit ramp to the Hyatt at midnight — is that the single hot item in the hotel continental breakfast is biscuits and gravy. The gravy’s in an electric steel pot, which other locations use for overcooked oatmeal — off-white with small sausage bits, of a consistency that would stick thickly to a wooden spoon and require a forceful wrist flick to dislodge. I think that sums up Independence and hey, let’s offend more people and venture that the appraisal goes for Cleveland too.
Fruit was a lame attempt to offset pure fatty calories.
Doesn’t really compete with the Doner, does it?