“Does trust have to be earned. Or is it simply a matter of faith?”
― Nicholas Sparks, At First Sight
Firstly, I can’t believe that it’s been almost 2 weeks since I’ve posted something up on here – time is flying so quickly. I decided to give myself a blogging break over my ‘birthday week’ to just enjoy the food, music and photo’s without any pressure to write it all down as fast as possible…and it has been worth it. So, here is the first of three posts in tribute to my final year as a teenager…my fabulous little birthday week (making use of hash-tags wherever possible)
University re-starts exactly one month today. Opinions about this remain mixed… #SoNotReady.
Le birthday morning was lovely, however. I woke up at about 6:30am, way before everyone else – I realized that I can’t remember a birthday where it hasn’t been sunny, and that’s how I was confident that it wasn’t going to rain. #ProfessionalGeographer.
A while later, I went downstairs to find my youngest brother on the living room carpet in his pyjamas, attempting to iron his ‘casual-smart’ trousers so that he could “look nice” for “my birthday breakfast”…. I just wanted to hug him; it was a ridiculously cute (if hopeless) sighting that he definitely won’t be living down any time soon. Then, after pulling the other bro out of bed so hard that he actually managed to hit the floor, we went out to get stuffed with BIRTHDAY PANCAKES at the breakfast club in Soho. #DayMade.
Despite getting there well before 10am, we still had a 35 minute wait or so. The queue got bigger and bigger during this time, so that by the time we left it had tripled in size. We found it funny how even though central London is utterly deserted in the early morning (The BC is tucked just behind Oxford Circus) – a tiny little establishment like the BC could have such a huge line. The BC doesn’t just have customers – they have devout fans that will wait 35 minutes or more for their Elvis shakes, eggs, and unlimited maple syrup; even if there is a love hate relationship based on the ridiculously tiny size of the BC in the first place…I had to remind my brothers of this at least 3 times during the queuing process. They were reluctant and whiny at firsts, but from the moment they set eyes on their finished orders, they were converted and feeling sorry. #Converted #DevoutFans #PowerOfThree #RightHere.
And so, birthday breakfast 2014 was just that…
There were marshmallows, hot chocolate, and bacon and berries too. The pancakes were finished with vanilla cream and icing dust and drenched in maple syrup (or sausages and eggs in the case of my bro’s) and all in all, it was perfect. There are no other words. I love the breakfast club. I wish I could bring myself to have something different every time I go, but I can’t – American style, syrup drenched Pancakes don’t surrender easily (although the Benedict style huevos have always looked good)….Maybe next time?
Lol. Who am I kidding?
Nonetheless, the BC = a birthday brunch done right. If you live in London and you haven’t been then you MUST go!