Last Saturday, I woke up wanting to do something different. The weather was good – slight drizzle, cloudy and nice. The perfect morning to snuggle and laze in bed all day. Not wanting to let my weekend slip thru my fingers, I woke the Hub and said we should go somewhere nice for breakfast.
“Where? Your treat?” he asked.
“Yeah, why not? And I shall decide on the place too since it’s gonna be my treat,” I offered.
So we drove down to Frankel Avenue where a couple of bakeries lined the shophouses. I’ve always wanted to spend lazy Saturdays in one of those warm, fuzzy looking bistros and enjoy a cuppa with yummy eggs and toast. Just like how breakfast was in London. Missing those days >.<
After checking out the line of shops, we settled for a cosy-looking cafe which was simply decorated and had baskets of freshly baked bread at its counter. Service staff were nice and friendly, sensing we were lost over what to choose for breakfast. How embarassing. Finally we settled for 2 sets and scurried to our warm corner to wait for our indulgent first meal of the day.
Our verdict: It was a wonderful start to the weekend, watching the raindrops splatter on the ground through the glass windows whilst enjoying our slow brekkie. Pure indulgence. Though it’s not gonna be often that we get to do this… 🙂