MrsT just showed me a passage in one of her vast books on health, food, exercise and how to make a pleasurable obsession into an austere, guilt-emburdened grind. Still... It told of how the authors stopped at a roadside restaurant in the US and ordered breakfast, which came with hash browns, waffles, syrup, fries, eggs, god knows what else and a "side" of bacon*. Upon asking if they'd ordered extra bacon the help said no, a pound was standard. One of them had ordered an omelette that was so vast they thought it was for two but no again: a "normal" omelette contained a full dozen eggs.
* which for me is the same as a pig split up the middle and I wasn't that far wrong.