Hare was to be shunned with particular vigour, he argued. It is "hard of digestion, breedes incubus… and causeth feerful Dreames. So doth all Venison". The article is particularly timely because I was recently out for breakfast with my girlfriend, who was having trouble deciding what to order. She really wanted the chicken-fried steak and eggs, but was afraid it wouldn't live up to her high expectations and thus ruin her entire day.* As crazy as this sounds, it's true. Food has that kind of effect on her, which is both endearing and, at times, maddening.