Buyer’s remorse hits hardest at breakfast time. Forget the stresses of whether you bought the right house, if you got the best car for the right deal, or even if you really needed to buy a new dress. You can always talk yourself into believing you made the right decision – the house is close to transport, the car is a beautiful shade of purple, and damn it – you’re almost 30 – you can buy whatever damn dress you want.
Buyer’s remorse, however, is not so easily abated when it comes to breakfast foods. This specific kind of pain comes from attempting the adventurous culinary route, which I stupidly did, expecting brunch-glory only to be left staring weary-eyed at a pallid pot of regret; Baked-eggs.
The Other One told me to try something new, pointing at Penny Farthing’s beautifully handwritten specials board. Indeed the entire décor of the café, is as handsomely antiquated as the board’s perfectly curved script; dark stained wooden table tops, an historic penny farthing bicycle at the front, vintage bags of coffee lining would-be-bookshelves. It’s marvellous at taking you out of yourself, which would normally would be a good thing had it not lured me into trying something other than my favourite “avocado-with-more-avocado”.
The Other One ordered corn fritters with bacon (god-forbid he orders anything that does not come with a side of something that has recently died) and a long black. I ordered the baked-eggs with pumpkin and a strong soy latte and was disappointed when the waitress did not congratulate me on being bold. The meals arrived and I felt only shame for abandoning my traditional favourite.
“Is anything wrong?” The Other One asked.
“It’s too small … who even makes pans that small? And too many colours … and the yokes are hard … and why is there half a loaf of bread on the plate? And why I am sad now. I want to go home and make avocado on toast…”
“Is that all?”
“ Did I mention it’s small?”
“Yes.”
“Then yes, that’s it.”
The Other One instructed me to finish my meal and half-heartedly praised me for tying to be adventurous. I smiled meekly and pushed the baked-pan of eggs across the plate – wondering if the woman sitting on the table across from us might be happy to swap her avocado with me.