If you ever need an excuse for overindulgence, just bring along some children for whom the word excess holds no meaning.
So, the day began yesterday with our family gathering for breakfast at a small restaurant we’d discovered a few years ago. It’s an Hawaiian import, specializing in taking a humble pancake and pushing it over the top. It’s called Eggs n Things. I guess the “things” might be for the extravagant plates of pancakes they serve up, for which there are almost no words, although as a rational adult, I can quickly think of a few, obscene being one of them. This would never enter the mind of a child whose dopamine levels are dangerously high, but continue to escalate.
Just for your info, not one for personal sacrifice, I had a stack of strawberry pancakes, the only one of the adults not to order eggs. I only ate about 2/3 of the whipped cream.
Our goal for the day was to travel to Fushimi Inari shrine, about 20 minutes away by train. Continue reading “A Half Day in the Life (cont’d)”