After all this time, the man doesn't know where the outlets of Paul are in London. Tsk.
From the flat, there're so many outlets within walking distance for his pick. Of course on his day off, I've to drag him to breakfast at Paul.
I really like eggs for breakfast. So I had this yummy omelette that contained everything- mushrooms, ham, bacon and Emmental. The man is crazy about eggs too. He had a Croque Madame, which is essentially toast with ham, cheese and bechamel topped with Emmental and fried eggs. Food names just sound so romantic in French. £8 per item for breakfast is definitely cheaper than Hediard at home. At least a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice doesn't cost the earth.
But we ain't romantic lah. We definitely don't gaze at each other starry-eyed over meals. We don't do that! The man was very conscientiously flipping through The Big Issue (We quite like the content compared to those in 8Days) and exclaiming about The Pavement re-forming. I, on the other hand, was busy scribbling notes about the food, cafe and watnots into my pink journal with the pink pen.
3 comments:
lol, no dewy-eyed gazing made me laugh.
i love 'breakfast' food.
wahaha. we just had breakfast at home.
he asked me what i wanted on my toasts. i told him and continued with fb and email. he gave me breakfast and drink. he then made his own breakfast. sat on the other side of the table. i continued with fb and email. he flipped through his new game magazine and told me a star trek story he just created.
very ordinary life hor?
tuti: heh. i like all day breakfasts if possible!
kikare: sounds like mine wat!
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