Brunch, you say? Pshaw. Brunch is for the soft, the weak, the I-want-to-hit-the-snooze-button-and-eat-pancakes-too crowd (also known as the Houstonia staff on weekends). But breakfast, well, breakfast is for conquerors. It’s for early birds whose reward is not the worm—not here—but a plate of Texas brisket, a couple of sunny-side-ups and a towering stack of pancakes washed down with bottomless cups of java. And while breakfast has always been the best reason to get out of bed in the morning, in Houston there are some worth getting out of bed for, putting on your clothes, leaving the house and doling out your hard-earned money. Meals magnificent and majestic. What are you waiting for? Up and at ’em!