There is nothing more devilish, and delightful than a boozy brunch.
This morning I had breakfast with two of my good friends before making a trip down the coast to hang with my nephew.
He is still the cutest baby in the world…who today I learnt has a healthily functioning bowel, which, as strange as it sounds, makes me extremely proud of him. Let’s be honest but, he could do anything and I would still believe it to be the cutest thing in the world.
We were undecided as to where to go for breakfast and so decided to take a stroll down the main street of West End and pick somewhere on the way.
Halfway down the street we came to Jam Jar, where none of us had eaten, and Lock and Load, an establishment we had all been delighted by previously.
Trying to take the cultural approach to decision making, we perused the menu of Jam Jar to see if anything was jumping out at us. The whole time we were doing this, I had a wandering eye.
Not because the menu didn’t look delicious, as it did. My issue was simply that I couldn’t see any taps of beer behind the counter in Jam Jar, and I knew that next-door I wouldn’t see that glorious sight.
Now I know what you are thinking.
“Get thee to a rehab (ery).”
But I promise you; I am not an alcoholic (yet…give me a year more in retail but and I will have had to take it up for survival). There is just a thrill about having a beer with your bacon and eggs. It is so wrong, yet so right.
With the decision made we awkwardly excused ourselves from the waitress who was trying to tempt us inside from her menu board like the witch from Hansel and Gretel, and entered the glorious beer housed establishment.
I guess this is as good a time as any to explain that I didn’t even have a breakfast beer. I was driving and people who drink drive are idiotic and should be shot to avoid killing innocent people on the road (that is my soapbox moment for the day) and well, it was about ten degrees outside and I was wearing shorts and thongs and as I couldn’t be bothered locating my jeans post-move thought it best to get a hot beverage.
I also don’t even know if there licensing would allow them to serve liquor before ten…but that is irrelevant.
There is something enjoyable about walking into a café and seeing beer taps at 8:30 AM and thinking…I could really drunk right now.
It made my day. I’m not a classy man.
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