My restaurant plate, which as usual, turns into Richie's restaurant plate. The platescape represented here is one of convenience. The plastic container will be thrown away when we are done. The pieces of food in the container are torn so my son can easily eat them and because I separated them from what I am eating. This is a rare morning when we were not running 30 minutes late and we split the big breakfast at McDonalds. Worth it people. Hotcakes? Yes, please.