Free range, organic, fair trade; these aren’t naughty words, but sometimes the only word you want to hear is “breakfast.” Stripped to its core, breakfast is comfort food loaded with fat and salt that will either keep you alive until you’re 110 or kill you by 45, depending on which propaganda you believe. Tucked into a strip mall in a residential area, Sunshine Café doesn’t guarantee a side of longevity with its simple fare, but since it has been in business for thirty years, maybe it should. Walk in as a stranger and two lovely words will greet you, “G’morning. Coffee?” Regulars rule the small space and they don’t order as much as confirm they’ll have the usual. Eggs, bacon, toast, hash browns, and pancakes are the norm, and with a cup of joe, you’ll easily ring in under $10. Everything arrives as if it were a Saturday Evening Post cover: no garnish or fancy presentation, just good, solid food like Grandma used to make. The toast always drips with butter, the bacon crispy, eggs delightfully runny, and the hashbrowns expertly grilled to be crunchy on the outside and moist inside. The service is familiar and friendly — a true sanctuary for fans of a better time and a better breakfast.