There are very few things I love more than going out to breakfast. Going out to breakfast is like magic. It’s not something that occurs often enough in my life. Maybe that’s what makes it so special.
“Going out to breakfast” is one of the most decadent pleasures. It smacks of sleeping late, or not having been to bed yet. Of slothful days off, or breakfast potatoes after a long night. Coffee in cups that are half the size of the mug I use at home. Chocolate chip pancakes, sides of bacon. When calories are not to be counted, fat content ignored. It’s breakfast. Relax. You’re out to breakfast.
There was a time when we went out to breakfast once a week, without fail. Languid summer weekdays, spending a few hours at the pancake house plotting our attack, talking crap, reading the local weekly paper aloud to each other, making long term plans, falling in love. But jobs & schedules changed, finances. Breakfast is now a luxury.
My boss gave us gift cards at holiday time to a local restaurant that does an amazing High Falutin’ Breakfast. We’re finally going on Friday as a celebratory wrap up to what has been a 40th Birthday Week. It’s all I really wanted for my birthday, to go out to breakfast. A leisurely reverie over eggs or french toast, over orange juice & sides of toast.
It’s really all I wanted, to go out to breakfast, and I’m practically giddy with excitement.
It’s one of my favorite things too. One of my favorite breakfasts was with you, drinking coffee two fisted. That’s how we roll, baby.
that IS how we roll. and that was a damn good breakfast. outside dining for the bonus.
this makes me happy! total luxury. enjoy! you deserve it (every day).
think about how nice the world would be if we all went out to breakfast every day… and how nothing would get accomplished.
Kitty & I go for Breakfast as often as we can! She’s a bit of a stick in the mud, preferring the same dish wherever we go. I’m more Adventurous, ordering what strikes my fancy that day. Coffee is Always on the Menu for us as well. Glad your Boss is on boasrd with the whole thing! Mine wouldn’t buy a cup of coffee for his helper if I handed him a $20.00!
i, too, am a stick in the mud. but i prefer to call it “creature of habit”. ha!