The queues are too long, the food's boring and expensive and they're full of arguing couples. There, I've said it
Ive had it with going out for breakfast at cafes on weekends. The whole standing outside, waiting in the rain next to the communal dog bowl with newspaper folded under the arm like redundant a jockey with a whip, for longer than youd ever have to wait in line at the RTA, is frankly, balls. There, I said it.
Add to this the fact that all of this awkward standing and shuffling from foot to foot takes place before any food has passed the quivering lips of these poor starving sods, is a recipe for disaster. Its killing relationships. And no one needs to split up while waiting for their activated heirloom tomatoes and baked egg topped with a quinoa infused fromage melt that cost almost as much as the set lunch menu at the Ritz. Theres no dignity in that.
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