In 1965 our family was taking a road trip from Seattle to Kansas. One night we stopped for dinner and I ordered a meal that was supposed to come with onion rings. (I was 11 years old at the time.) As it turned out, the place was out of onion rings and I was very upset. To try and make me happy my dad said I could order them for breakfast. So when we stopped for breakfast the next morning, we stopped at a truck stop somewhere in Wyoming, and I ordered onion rings and pancakes. The waitress looked at my dad and said, "It's okay, just give her what she wants."
Almost every time the subject of having weird food for breakfast my mom, dad and sisters bring up that time.
By the way, they were wonderful!