It seemed perfect to me that there was this café in my home town called Tiffany's when I have been wanting to go out for breakfast. Even better, it's just a two minute walk from my house, so this morning I decided to go to get cracking with my Twenty Things to do While 20 list.
The only other time I have been out for breakfast is when I have gotten up early to go to court to get a story, but the case has been cancelled. The first couple of times this happened myself and other course mates went to the nearest Wetherspoon's for a bacon sandwich and a cup of tea to perk ourselves up. However, I wouldn't count this as the ideal breakfast experience I was looking for. A dingy Spoons in Sheffield, surrounded by old men on their second or third pint of the day at ten o'clock in the morning doesn't match up with the sophistication I was after. It was made worse by the fact the men didn't have to order their pints, the bar man knew what they wanted - Guinness and Fosters being the most popular choices.
While I was at Tiffany's, I decided not to get the pints in. It was absolutely lovely inside, with pictures of Audrey Hepburn, Marilyn Monroe, vintage signs and guitars stuck on to the walls. Much better, I thought. Of course, I had to get the full English breakfast - bacon, sausage, fried egg, mushrooms and toast. (I don't like tomatoes) I dabbled with the idea of getting a waffle but thought that was American TV having it's influence over me. Though, admittedly, if we adopted the idea of having pancakes and/or waffles for breakfast more regularly, you wouldn't hear any complaints coming out of my sweet toothed mouth.
Going out for breakfast was such a pleasant experience. It makes a meal that is regarded as the most important, yet boring, meal of the day an occasion rather than just nearly falling asleep in to a bowl of cereal. It's a great start to the morning but, unfortunately, not one I could maintain on a regular basis. Plus, if I did, I don't think I'd consider it as much as a treat as I did today.
During my breakfast, I also thought I may as well order a coffee since it was on my list to try it.
I drank some.
I did not like it.
So much for me being the sophisticated person who drinks black coffee, while wearing all black and who thinks of sugar as one might think of cocaine: white powder to avoid at all costs. Where this thought process of drinking black coffee was a rite of passage came from, I'm not quite sure. Did anyone else associate with it 'grown ups'? For now, and the foreseeable future, I'm just going to stick to tea.
Also, I thought of three more things to add to my list:
11. Make a roast dinner. Including a joint of meat, roast potatoes, Yorkshire puddings, carrots, parsnips, and peas.
12. Learn how to play a song on the ukulele
13. Upload videos to YouTube - which I've actually already started to know but I shall write a post on it later.