How could you possibly read this post and come away thinking that RG was denigrating suits, tourists, or happy office-workers? I took this post for just what it was—an exposition of the thoughts and feelings that accompanied her search for a reliable breakfast spot. If those thought and feelings include observations about the self-importance displayed by many power-brokers, or the noise and distraction created by children or celebrating office-workers, so what? She also complained about plastic forks. Don’t you want to berate her for putting down the plastic fork merchants while you’re at it?

What I took away from this post is that RG is a slow-waker who likes her peace-and-quiet in the morning. Also, that she finds it ironic (but somehow comforting) that she’s become a regular at the spot in which this first seemed improbable.

Lighten up.

The power-breakfast guys, noisy middle schoolers and office workers stress out the usually overtired staff as much as they do the quiet, looks like a million dollars woman at the counter.

Cheers!

i was going to suggest some places to get a great/cheap breakfast where you live, but i am not to sure i would want to subject you on people i consider friends and pretty nice people.

i know i sound snarky – i can’t help it…do you ever read what you write? “the suits” won’t acknowledge your need for breakfast because you aren’t one of them and aren’t interested in their business, but [in the same breath] you resent the people that make our city tick…the tourists [y'know the middle schoolers and their folks talking about terrorism - "new here?"] and the business folks celebrating their finish…yeah, you congratulated them, but you were so backhanded about it – they disturbed you so you wore your ipod and listened to your new music.

remind me again WHY you live in the city i know you live in? or i guess a better question is WHY i come back to read you again and again.

i could answer the second half of that in one sentence – let me know…i will gladly email you with something even snarkier than this.

Jenni–Bringing my own fork…hmm.

cj–welcome from the land of the lurkers!

Savannah–I love my grocery store where the clerks know me, even if it isn’t the best-stocked place around.

Piper–No place like home.

Julie–I remember the days when my husband and I were a caf/decaf couple. That was before restaurant life became part of the mix.

Aaron–You will most certainly find your place now that you are stateside again!

Kim–Hello!

Lisa–Indeed.

Serdic–You have this breakfast thing down, it sounds like. As for broken egg yokes, whenever I do try to fry an egg, they always end up being scrambled.

Jali–Everyone needs that place where they are always remembered.

seriously though… I loved my regulars at the little coffee shop I ran a million and one years ago… loved the look on the faces of how did you know I want that drink… loved the later realization and acceptance that they indeed were regulars!

It’s good you’ve found a place. Good that you are eating food , not candy , for breaky!

but seriously.. maybe you should consider bringing your own fork??