As a small child my sugar intake was severely limited. But on one magical day each year I was allowed to take menu planning into my own hands. I was in charge of designing my own birthday breakfast. No limits. No questions asked. I was allowed to eat anything and everything that my pop culturally deprived mind could come up with. With no television ads to introduce me to food directly marketed at children, my birthday breakfasts were pretty uninspired. Over the years the menu never changed. Once a year, on a tray in bed I was presented with my meal of choice: white bread, "sugar" cereal and donuts.

The choices of donuts and a bread may seem pretty, uh, white bread. But when "sugar" cereal is introduced to the equation, the possibility for adventure seem to open up. Cookie Crisp, Fruit Loops and Tony the Tiger's cereal presented opportunities to get my yearly sugar fix. Sadly, the special birthday privileges did not include permission to catch up on television advertisements that might have enlightened me with the cereal possibilities. So I usually went with what, looking back I'm guessing was my parents' suggestion: Honey Nut Cheerios.

If only Cereality, the new cereal bar and cafe, existed then as it does now. Not only would I have all the sugar cereals laid out before me, but if the sucrose levels weren't high enough in its pure form, I could have added toppings like malted milk balls for the hyperactive bump up.

Sadly, Cereality has arrived a little too late to be appreciated by this self proclaimed sweet tooth. With all that depravity in my youth, I need more than cereal to get my fix. Frankly, cereal seems a little overrated, although my opinion can't compete with the stats on the Cereality website: 95% of Americans like cereal while only 57% like sex. You're more likely to find me at Cold Stone Creamery -- Cereality's parent company where I can get the full fat and sugar combo.

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