I had my coffee hit at The Imp with super thick cut fruit toast and a generous supply of spread-friendly butter.
I sat at the bar, looking out onto the cappuccino strip. This spot is excellent for people watching but no, I brought a magazine with me...I've always craved reading material when I eat.
On my left was a fresh-faced girl in her early twenties and on my right, an equally gorgeous older lady, kinda Helen Mirren-like. I was sporting a china doll fringe and bright red lips, I was thinking we made that breakfast bar look quirky cool :)
The young girl is from Mauritius and is studying nutrition. She said that I looked familiar and asked if I hung out at My Place. Err....no...but I'm thinking I could check that place out next time I feel like a lychee martini.
When Helen Mirren's breaky arrived, OMG order envy! Wild mushrooms and goats cheese feta on turkish bread, with avocado on the side. She was very happy with her order and said that she particularly likes the feta. I said I particularly like that the turkish bread is served in the shape of a love heart. Her face lit up even more and I felt like I totally made a difference in her life. Ha.
In the afternoon, an experimental jam session with Moona. I like what we came up with, considering it's our first go with the song and we didn't have to try too hard.
Oh and helloooo there. What have we here. Another food pic. Curry laksa. Hit the spot. Like totally.
Another darn good Sunday