I had a friend who kept saying he wanted chili and beer for breakfast sometime. A mutual friend and I finally caved and joined him for the bucket list item. It was very.... okay. Just okay.
He and the mutual friend are dead now. I'm glad he got his wish. I never had chili and beer for breakfast again.
Now, when I was in Korea, the hotel had all kinds of weird stuff for breakfast. Lasagne. Spaghetti. Whatever. I had some jellyfish salad and seaweed one time, but it's not a habit I carried back with me.
From an American standpoint, I've had cold mac'n'cheese and pizza left over from the night before. I can't say I'm proud of those breakfast choices, but it happens.