Something to note about me is that I love breakfast. When thinking about something delicious, my thoughts scatter to all the times i’ve been able to share a meal with someone. In college, I started a breakfast club with a handful of people over the years. We’d meet at the cafeteria and chat over a hearty morning meal. In Chicago, my roommates and I had our go-to breakfast spot called Nookies. In Nashville, for years i’d meet my good friend Britney at a coffee shop, called Fido, every Friday morning at 7a. And later, I relocated to a different coffee shop called Bongo Java to spend time with another dear friend, Wendy, for morning catch up sessions. And don’t even get me started on all the memories I have at an off-the-beaten path spot called Le Peep where I could just build a home in all the things discussed with my pals.
New York and Brooklyn were a little trickier since the city itself is so pricey. However, there was a Mexican Bakery in South Park Slope where I would treat myself to a chorizo and egg omelette every so often - often enough for them to remember my order. Similarly with the burger spot on the corner of my street. The cook saw me coming and would give me a handful of fries while I waited, not to mention, he’d add bacon on my burger for no extra charge. There were a handful of Israeli spots I really loved too. Breakfasts in NYC were the time I’d gather my thoughts and refill my tank after the never-stopping grind of the city. Those were just as impactful though. I remember when a particular coffee cart worker remembered my coffee order and I felt like i’d made it. I did have friends who would wake up early and meet me at the local diner or requested breakfast spot. And to those people, it still means a lot because everything in NYC takes a good bit of energy.
Here in Atlanta, I’ve taken myself to a few places and written out my emotions out onto the pages the journal. My roommate and I have frequented the local Waffle House together, always an adventure, and my new friend Vicky is always up for breakfast’ing together around town. Plus, this past week, two girls I work with (Mary & Kaitlyn) who are in their twenties and so caring, took me to breakfast! We met, ate, and had a really great day. I say all this because the something delicious isn’t ever gonna be one meal. I’m not a fancy food person or a “I must go to this place” type of girl. I like food because of the DELICIOUS company. I said it. Yikes. Judge away, I deserve it! I also know there are a couple of cannibal movies out right now, so it’s probably not the right time to say that culturally either, ugh. But I do adore breakfast - because the city is still quiet and it’s time spent with someone before the day has affected them. Even when it’s just me, the stillness helps me find clarity in my thoughts. So that’s my delicious something - the morning, the breakfasts, the people. A lot of wonderful somethings.
