29 Mar / Breakfast
We went out for a cooked breakfast this morning. Some family reason, I don’t really know because I wasn’t concentrating. I was too busy trying not to cough up phlegm in the middle of a restaurant.
To show it was a really bad idea to go out to breakfast the rain absolutely poured down. This is something Christchurch rain seldom gets itself worked up enough to do. When it does go to the trouble, you should respect it and stay indoors. Instead, we drove to the Casino.
Perhaps I should insert here that if you go out for a meal that involves my darling’s mother it will be at the Casino. This is the only place in Christchurch that she knows how to get to, and get to she does, quite often.
The breakfast is a buffet, and while others at the table started off with a quite reasonable spread of yoghurt and fruit, I headed straight for the eggs and bacon.
Eggs Benedict, sausages, bacon, pancakes. My meal was almost complete. And then I lifted the stainless steel lid on the hash browns to reveal… nothing.
Two trays of bacon there were. Two trays of eggs. One tray of sausages, but that’s about right. One double tray of pancakes. And what size was the tray set aside for the hash browns? One tray. ONE TRAY.
I mean, I ask you. If you had the choice of making sure there were hash browns available, or holding aside extra trays for mushrooms, and tomatoes, and baked beans, what would you do?
Exactly. But no. The buffet adjudicators have decided in their wisdom that the diners of Christchurch would rather have variety than an ample supply of the necessities.
This created a slight controversy when the next load of hash browns were served up, and I cut the line to select a plateful, leaving almost none behind for the people still waiting in line.
Not my fault, queuing breakfast people. Get over it.