A. Is the love child of Chef Boyardee and the St. Pauli Girl.

B. Was a roadie for Metallica on the "Speed of Sound" Tour.

C. Has weekly gender identity issues, hence the constant use of third person references.

D. Shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.

E. Has a favorite food from childhood: eggs.

If you answered "E" -- then pay the man, Shirley.

Hard to believe for a pseudo-foodie, but until nearly the age of 19, the mere mention of consumption of an egg was enough to induce Ipecac-style gagging in Munch. No reason. Just did. They looked disgusting to Munch.

The conversion came, as most things do -- following copious alcohol consumption -- and a late-night dare to eat an omelet at the Paper Moon diner in Baltimore during freshman year. From that moment forth, Munch was in love with cooked chicken ovary. (See? Sounds gross when you say it like that).

Munch gives you this extended past-as-prologue drivel to underscore the fact that if present-day Munch could survive on an egg-only diet, it would be done. A Primanti's sandwich is not complete without a fried egg. Favorite Italian dish? Spaghetti Carbonara properly made with a raw-egg-sauce base. Munch even likes quiche, for cripes sake.

And we haven't even touched upon breakfast, which brings us to the subject of this week's installment: Munch finds a new place that makes awesome frittatas. A frittata, if you don't know, is like an Italian omelet -- sure to satisfy Munch's egg jones -- and the place serving them up is Caffe Davio on East Carson Street, a little joint in the shadow of SouthSide Works.

Patrons are greeted with cheery interior colors and friendly banter between regulars and the waitress, Phyllis -- A South Side version of Flo from Mel's Diner if ever there was one. Its green awning and window pane still bear the name of its forebear -- JP's -- but Caffe Davio is an American diner with some Sicilian flourishes courtesy of the folks who brought you the legendary Alla Famiglia in Allentown.

Munch and pals stopped by to load up on some hearty fare before a recent kayaking adventure on the Allegheny and weren't disappointed.

You can guess what Munch ordered -- a frittata with chopped ham and bacon, red peppers, tomatoes, and grated cheddar, with toast ($6.54). Other combinations come with: spinach, bacon and provolone; hot peppers, onions and gorgonzola; or the simple peppers and onion (all $4.67 to $6.54).

A man of many appetites -- all of them large -- Munch's pal B.E.K. (BEKFOM) destroyed a platter called the "The Big Daddy D" -- two buttermilk pancakes, two eggs, smoked bacon, sweet Italian sausage, fried potatoes and onions and toast ($6.54). His much cuter, daintier lady friend of BEKFOM (LFOBEKFOM) meanwhile enjoyed a plate of scrambled eggs with capicola, fried potatoes and onions and toast ($5.61).

Beyond the varieties of omelets, frittatas, and pancakes, Davio serves also French toast, eggs Benedict and poached eggs with corned beef hash ($3.74-$5.61), as well as lunch until 2 p.m. with a menu of sandwiches that sound quite promising, notably, the Mama Mia: a hoagie of fried eggplant, tomato, provolone and fried spinach; the Luigi: a classic Italian hoagie with salami, capicola, mortadella, provolone, marinated hot peppers and olive oil; and the Salvatore Giuliano: spicy Sicilian sausage smothered with fried peppers on a Breadworks bun (all $3.74-$6.54).

So, if you're cruising down Carson Street and see a place called JP's on the outside, don't be fooled -- it's all Davio on the inside, and that's where it tastes good. Just like Munch learned with the egg.