Brekky is my mainstay. My luxury. My space. My centre.

brekkyI’ve said as much before. The thought struck me a short while ago that in the 20 or so years that I’ve been enjoying my weekend brekky ritual, I’ve done so through many cafes and many contexts: sometimes alone, with friends, a partner, a girlfriend, and me…at peace. I had a favourite spot that managed to be a cafe despite several changes of ownership…it’s now a japanese restaurant. Admittedly, I don’t live as close to that spot either.

In recent months I’ve been on the prowl for a new cafe, as my previous favourite closed. Nothing new about that; change is the story of my life. There are no sure things, no guarantees, no sense of permanence. Change is the only constant. Of all the cafes I’ve had brekky in on a regular basis, none exist today. I think I’ve found a new regular spot; the reality is that this spot too will disappear in a year or three. That’s ok.

Keeps me on my toes. Keeps me looking. Keeps me open.

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