Ah Black Rooster, you represent the gold standard of savory scones. Pray tell, what comestible delight do you offer today? Excuse me? Turkey havarti? Ha, you jest! Bring forth your bacon cheddar jalapeño scone post haste! Not today? Well then, ply me with one of your goat cheese creations. Or sun dried tomatoes, or perhaps something with salami . . . a sausage feature, mayhap? No? . . . Well, when judged by any other one-handed breakfast item, this sweet scone will clearly be a paragon of deliciousness. But when pitted against your other offerings, it will stand as a towering monument to your shame and misbegotten clownery. Fine, I’ll take one, though I’m going to eat it angrily, with a sickness of heart l have not felt since I learned that they were going to make The Hobbit into three movies. Good day to you madam, and I hope for the sake of us all that you come to your senses with respect to your Saturday menu items