Last week Myf Warhurst wrote in The Age on that most recent of social phenomena, lining up at the latest 'hot' cafe for breakfast.
I must confess to doing this once, and once only. It was for the king of breakfasts, Bills. It was worth it. My breakfast of sweet corn fritters with roast tomato, spinach and bacon was sublime. S. describes his choice of ricotta hotcakes with fresh banana and honeycomb butter as 'Magnificent. If I was going to be shot at dawn, I would ask for Bill's ricotta hotcakes with fresh banana and honeycomb butter and a tot of rum as my last meal'. Plus I got to see Bill Grainger in person, hanging out in the kitchen for a while helping his staff. I nearly wet my pants with excitement.
I've never waited in line again and I don't think I will. You see, when I go out to eat I'm usually hungry and not at all inclined to wait more fifteen minutes for a table, if it was worth it. No more. I'd get too tetchy, quite possibly a bit stabby with hunger (Although S. has just pointed out to me that we did wait in line for a western style table at the oyster restaurant on Miyajima Island. But we've only waited this once, nothing else since. And it was worth it - hot, crumbed fried oysters with Japanese-style curry on rice on a wet, wet day. Just the thing). I'm interested to know what others think:
Do you wait in line for breakfast?
Would you wait in line for breakfast?
Is it always worth the wait?
Don't be shy to start a discussion!
not for breakfast - i am no good for anything until i have had a cup of tea and some toast and the blood sugar has moderated a little.
ReplyDeletebill's would be good though - i've made his corn fritters and the ricotta hotcakes with honeycomb butter and they are schmooozy