Restaurant review…Romero’s Breakfast and Mexican at the Berlin Flea Market Clementon Road, Berlin NJ.(Warning! Contains Spoilers!!!) I’m going to give this humble little eatery at the Berlin Flea Market…5/5 stars. The location and restaurant are humble but the food is not! Huge portions of very tasty food. I had some eggs with Mexican spices and veggies and refried beans and rice and was pleased to get tortillas that were piping hot and stayed hot through the meal which I could only eat half. The Mrs. had a giant sandwich bigger than Kliban’s head. A fresh baked loaf of bread with grilled dark meat chicken, some kind of shredded mild cheese, local veggies on top spice sauce and who knows what else with fries. She got through about a third of it. You can’t finish the food. The people in the restaurant are interesting probably not to each other but I liked ’em. Ran into a patient who didn’t recognize me in my disguise as the Duke of Edinburgh. She was with her friend who regarded me with about as much distain as is possible for any one person to muster up so I felt right at home! Very reasonable prices considering one meal would feed most of Istanbul which was Constantinople on a hungry day. Bring money for the indoor and outdoor flea market where I found a real dinosaur head last year but paleontologists from the local universities have told me to phuck off when I contact them because of course no one can find a dinosaur head that isn’t marked Hasbro at a flea market and they have 90 years combined experience looking at grainy pictures of petrified rocks and immediately discerning that the photo merely represents the delusional ravings of an insane lunatic…did I mention 90 years combined experience? Hey Drexel boys… no kidding…ID’ing a dinosaur is no BFD. I dissected a human body once I sincerely doubt any of you can make the same claim about about a dinosaur and we’re not talking about those puny reptiles that live today. These are the same guys who once a month get excited because they get to go to the school cafeteria and stick their Johnsons into the pickle slicer who takes offense at that name because she says, “I do so much more than that!” So…if you’re free on Friday, Saturday or Sunday break-lunch go to the Berlin Flea Market and find Romero’s Mexican and Breakfast at the front of the building when you first drive into the big parking lot and if anyone knows a paleontologist who does not examine dinosaur fossils through their large intestinal bowel wall or from grainy photographs and report that they’re rocks, I already know it’s a rock…it’s a 100 million phucking years old, it underwent petrification during that long dirt sleep (thank you Billy Mumy for that line) only to wind up now on my front lawn with one of my lawn gnomes as it’s pet who keeps trying to fondle it like it’s like it’s Dino’s wife Juliet from the Flintstones who he had 15 puppies with while he was still banging Sassy the star of some dinosaur reality TV show where they cut off the head of a live dinosaur and leave it buried somewhere in NJ where it can slowly drive some boy psychiatrist insane trying to prove that dinosaurs do exist in Berlin but try the food, bring an extra small intestine to help with digestion.