bacon and tempura oyster sandwich with lemon aioli
steak and poached eggs
you can always tell when the hen is a happy by the colour of the yolk.
this particular feathered friend must've been ecstatic.
lovely brunch with lovelier (albeit hungover) company.
the only downside was the swarm of pesky flies (oh eww) and screaming babies (double eww) at the next table. call me fascist but babies should be banned from brunch. and aeroplanes. and possibly condemned to those awful playgrounds as far away from civilisation as possible. my lack of maternal sentiment could put me in good stead for future profession. heartless? quite possibly.
(i tend to forget that i was a whiny little thing once upon a time)
where's this?
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