What a week!. I’ve got so much to tell you guys about what I’ve been going through over the last several months, but first one must have a rousing breakfast — got to keep your strength up when dealing with stressful adulting bullshit. Who here enjoys adulting? I’d love to hear from you. Tell me why you love adulting. You can write me at firstname.lastname@example.org. If I pick your reason, I’ll feature your Instagram account on my official Instagram account. Get yourself some new followers!
So breakfast; I spent the weekend with some friends, out in Tweed, (thanks for the incredible time) and on my way back from that adventure, I stopped off in Cobourg. I was traveling by Via Rail. Just a side note, I love Canada! The diversity and for the most part, the acceptance we show to each other is healthier than our neighbors to the south. I sat down in my seat and pulled out my book to read; Sex Sorcery and Magic. I looked to the left of me, and quietly sitting is a Tahitian monk. He’s dressed in full traditional clothing and looking nonjudgmentally at my choice of reading. He was also reading. Certainly not how a gay guy brought down a bathhouse, but we quietly respected each other’s selection of read. I only noticed the difference when another passenger offered to buy him a tea, looking right past me like I wasn’t even there. We shared a shrug and a smile, and we went on reading. I’d never been to Cobourg, on my own, and thought I’d explore their downtown. I’m not sure, but my initial reaction was that the town’s hub is having some problems. It’s such a cute area, though many stores have closed. Don’t get me wrong; there is still lots to see, but there’s a lot of darken store windows as well. Luckily, I managed to come across a cute little spot called The Buttermilk Cafe. A good, hearty, breakfast was what I was itching for. This looked like the place. Jennifer was my server. She reminded me of a young Meg Ryan. An absolute joy. I had a seat on the patio and ordered up the big breakfast, and was it ever! Two choices of pig. I also chose scrabble eggs, toast, and chocolate pancakes; just to satisfy the kid inside me. It was excellent, and Jennifer was the icing on the cake. Well I didn’t have any cake, but the refill coffee was fabulous!
Bruce in the City
Publicist & Content Editor Bruce Law