Was it really necessary to have a "Mardi Gras Breakfast" this morning? I walk in the building and am immediately tempted by King Cake, bananas foster crepes, beignets (and I use that term loosely... these were not those delectable delights from Cafe DuMonde), and gorgonzola cheese grits. I really do not appreciate that. Not to mention, Mardi Gras isn't even until next Tuesday. My waistline and thighs do not thank you.