Elvis Fan/Conspiracy Theorist: There was that place in Miami's South Beach that served fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches in a room full of Franklin Mint commemorative plates and pink plastic pigs...but it CLOSED. Coincidence? I think not! So what's left? How about San Francisco's Flying Saucer? The food is astonishing, as architecturally ungapatchkert as an alien city in an old Star Trek episode, and more delicious than Uhura in a regulation miniskirt. Plus there's an actual flying saucer looming in silvery oversized glory right inside. Alas, not open for brunch, so you'll have to take mom there for dinner, But hey, what a great prelude to the X-Files.