Jake’s new theme, morning, made me think of breakfast. Often when I go to bed at night, I will mention to hubby what I think we should eat for breakfast. To me it’s the meal I most look forward to.
This weekend, we had two breakfasts, which were both quite memorable, but for entirely different reasons. On Saturday, we went off up the hill to pick up my dear mom, and take her out for a late breakfast. We went to one of our favourite restaurants in a shopping mall near to where she lives. The waiter came and took our drinks orders; one large orange juice for me, a pot of tea for mom, and a mega cappuccino for hubby. Whilst we waited, we chatted and perused the menu. The waiter eventually arrived with the drinks on a tray, off-loaded mom’s pot of tea, and then somehow managed to tip the entire contents of my glass of orange juice, plus the mug of cappuccino, all over the table and into hubby’s lap. Poor hubby sat there soaked in orange-flavoured coffee, whilst the waiter stood there in petrified horror. Luckily for mom and I, the table had a slight incline in hubby’s direction, so we largely escaped the disaster, but as I found out later, when I went to get my iPhone out of my shoulder bag, and encountered very damp notebook and tissues, I didn’t escape entirely. Mom had a few splashes on her shoes, which didn’t really matter, as she has absent-mindedly come out in her old gardening shoes. :) We of course moved to another table, and the manager came to apologise profusely, and told us that our drinks were on the house. The waiter was in such a state that he forgot to bring us new menus. Our drinks were delivered very carefully, one at a time, by the manager himself, who wasn’t taking any chances of a recurrence. After all that, we did have a very enjoyable meal, and hubby’s dark jeans and jersey didn’t show any obvious stains, although he did smell rather delicious.
This morning was so beautiful, and it was such a novelty to have bright sunshine after all the rain we’ve experienced this past week. We decided to take a walk along the beach promenade before breakfast. There were many people who had the same idea, and we saw cyclists, dog walkers, mom’s running with babies in strollers, joggers, and couples like ourselves out for a leisurely stroll.
The fishermen were as usual, out in force.
We only got as far as the old life-guards station which has been turned into a restaurant since the new one was built. There was such a delicious smell wafting out of the open kitchen window, that we just couldn’t resist, and went in for breakfast. We sat ourselves down at a table overlooking the beach.
At the next table, was our doctor, a renowned health fanatic, who has told me on occasion, of the beneficial effects of drinking green tea. He was having a beer for breakfast. Caught him in the act. :) We decided to have fresh orange which had to be fetched from the bar. Well, I’ve heard of topless barmaids, but this one had a topless barman.
That sign on the bar says, “Prices may vary according to members’ attitudes.” I rather liked this one too.
In spite of this, the food didn’t take too long to arrive, and was absolutely delicious; scrambled eggs on rye, topped with smoked salmon.
Fortified by our healthy breakfast, we continued on our merry way, and by this time, there were quite a lot more people taking advantage of the gorgeous weather.
This elderly couple had found a nice quiet spot to sit and read their books.
The guy in the pink shirt was just chilling out, but this dad with his three small children, was not allowed any relaxing time at all. “Keep on digging dad, until you get to Australia.” :)
We walked all the way to end of the promenade, past the one lonely house still left, in between all the apartment blocks and hotels.
Then we walked all the way back again, and when we got home, our Hibiscus plant greeted us with this lovely new flower.
So there you have an illustrated account of my last two mornings. I hope you enjoyed.
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