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Monday, August 01, 2005

Breakfast in the garden.

I have been wanting to bring wifey and baby for morning breakfast in the garden for a long time. The first thing in mind that I had was Botanical Gardens. I thought that it would be a good place to be having the first meal of the day. But If it's gonna be that, then it would mean that I have to prepare breakfast. You see, in botanic garden, they do not have any McDonald's breakfast or any "quick and no hassle" cafe for a hearthy meal. But it would be really a romantic moment to have breakfast there. Or any other meal of the day...Maybe I'll have noon picnic there on weekdays. I mean, the place is far, at the back of my mind, until I mention it now. Hehehe!!! Wifey, you will experience it soon I hope .... * I am not really an Ace when it comes to preparing a meal...
To make long story short, we had our breakfast at West Coast Mcdonalds. The place is really adorable. So much better then East Coast. Lets make the comparison. In East Coast, you will see
the surfers bods and the place is more lively with the surfers wannabe, rather then the chirpy birdies.
Let me bring u and explore the ideal beach breakfast.
A nice outdoor cafe with shades to shelter you from the sun. Nice, weet aroma of freshly brewed coffee with a pile of pancake smeared with golden brown honey. Toast and freshly squeezed orange juice. The sound of the wave crashing by the beach with white bubble on the fine white sand. One in awhile, laughter from some kids playing by the water break the orthodox silence. That's wat I called a beach breakfast.
But East Coast breakfast at the McDonald's just doesnt promise me anything like that. The closest that it gave us, is the warm pancake and a maple syrup, on a styrafoam platter.
Now, West Coast....
Let me describe the place first. In the morning, there are hardly 15 seats taken. The staffs are eager to serve you and show off their potential politeness just to impress the co-workers. After getting urself seated, you will be greeted by the musky smell from the drying, wet grasses around. Plenty of greeneries and blue sky to go around. Bright sunlight that warm the misty atmosphere, preparing nature to provide.
Honking of cars? Nothing.
Sitting by the patio, the speakers were playing jazz songs of Micleal Buble (bublay). Morning breakfast can never be more calming then wat i had experience today...

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