Hunter S. Thompson's idea of a breakfast of champions did not include Wheaties. On Wednesday, Lapham's Quarterly posts an illuminating 1979 missive from Thompson on best way to partake in the most important meal of the day:

I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. ...
 
The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crêpes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned-beef hash with diced chilies, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of key lime pie, two margaritas and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert... Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours, and at least one source of good music... all of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.
What is most shocking here to a modern reporter is not the drugs -- though these days the fun drug cocaine has been replaced by the sad office slave drug Adderall -- but the timing. Starting the day after noon? Unfathomable in the new media age.
 
Thompson can be seen cooking his decadent breakfast -- sans cocaine -- in this 2003 documentary, Breakfast with Hunter: