Silly Philadelphians, soft pretzels are for ballparks.

Here's the scene: it's a Wednesday morning. You've heading out for a nice leisurely commute. You take a train, so you stop off at a corner store to pick up a paper and breakfast for the ride. Philadelphia Inquirer under your arm. Hot cup of coffee. You move to pick out your breakfast. Perusing your options you go for the obvious choice, a nice big salty mustard covered soft pretzel. (...insert record scratch sound effect aqui...)

Straight-up, I think this is weird.

Philadelphians eat soft pretzels for breakfast. You know how in the rest of the country, people might get a box of donuts or a some bagels to bring to work in the morning? Around these parts, we get a gigantic box of soft-pretzels. As far as pretzels go, they really are exceptionally good, but I don't think I'll ever think of them as breakfast food.