March 17, 2006 @ 8:04 am by sean
I woke up slowly this cold morning and walked into town to Mrs. Bridge’s tea rooms and eatery, and asked for the most British breakfast she could give me. It is a small establishment on somewhat of a side street of a side street. Seating for about 15 at most. Wooden tables, wooden benches, wooden floors, paned glass windows, about as cute as I could want. There were four other customers there already, and they all chuckled with amusement as I asked in my American accent for my British breakfast. 2 sausage links, one massive piece of bacon, baked beans, hot tomato pieces, mushrooms, an English muffin with an egg on it, two slices of toast, ketchup, orange marmelade, and brown sauce with a small glass of orange juice and a kettle of tea with milk and that brownish kind of sugar they have here, and Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse provided the reading while the food was prepared. O’Neal’s pub appropriately across the street on this bitterly cold St. Patrick’s Day. I ate it all of course. I do not even like tomatos, and I despise mushrooms. But it all tasted well good today. With the pound to dollar conversion it was rather expensive, but one must not dwell on such things long.
When I left I walked around a bit and made my way to market where an Irish man and woman were singing Irish tunes while playing a keyboard with recorded bass and drum tracks. Not entirely traditional, but tonight it Guiness at hopefully Molly O’Grady’s if I can get my mates away from the usual uni pub. Some adorable little girls did a little Irish dancing for a bit, and through the whole morning there was no use in supressing the amused smile that would not leave my face.
Now it is back to the room to warm up with some coffee.
I realized a little bit ago that I could have flown to Ireland for the day. Oh well.
Thanks for the scheduling help everyone.
Go Michigan State!