Saturday shopping

Toastboy and I found ourselves in Inverness on a Saturday morning. Toasts mood couldn't be described as chirpy, cheery or happy go lucky. I have seen this before and knew the solution to the problem. Food. As we entered the Eastgate Shopping Emporium of Shit I heard "Do you fancy a Flying Start from Morrisons?". Of course I did. Finding our way from the lingerie section of Debenhams to Morrisons proved difficult. Toast may have known the way but I poo-poohed his suggestion of using the stairs.
There was a bit of running back and fore to menus before sitting down. It has just struck me that I presumed that Toast was going to pay for the brekkers! Oh well. The breakfast was just what the doctor ordered. I had no complaints about anything! Errr, this is a bit of pointless post, nothing to complain about. We should have gone to Tesco's disgusting cafe with it's terrible service and luke warm food.

Calling Tea Addict

Dear Mr. Tea Addict (AKA Mr. Ben), please get your bloody act together ducky and find your login details. It is imperative that you review some Mingletoon fried breakfasts in this very blog. I will be writing about your disgraceful absence to my MSP and to the editor of the informative Daily Racket!

Welcome to Cereal.

I'd like to extend a warm welcome to the latest recruit to this blog. We expect to see some comments and a breakfast review from this cheeky wee chappie before too long. Hey Ho Let's Go! Or whatever it is you young chaps say these days.

Plum's prediction comes true.

Plum's reminder about that most excellent of breakfasts brought memories flooding back . The feeling of doom as we inspected the grubby trays. The panic we all felt as we approached the serving wench and realised there was no menu apart from the one at the store entrance some 50 feet away! Just what were we to order?!? Was it the Flying start? The Scottish flying start or was it called the quick start!?! Why the hell did they not just call it an all day breakfast!!!

Somehow we managed to order and before long the breakfasts were delivered to us by an attractive waitress. "There are no beans with a flying start!" I observed, I was a little disappointed but the fact that the breakfast looked freshly cooked and hot was a bonus. I dusted my breakfast with pepper and then added a little (I thought) salt. I munched heartily on this most important meal of the day and noted how tasty the sausages were how crispy the bacon but it was a little salty... a little too salty! "There are too many holes in the salt shaker." I said. A discussion followed on just how many holes there should be in a salt shaker - at most three but usually just one! Plum predicted I would have a salty taste in my mouth for weeks... his prediction proved to be very accurate.

Breakfast 8.5/10 , salt shaker 1/10 , crack 10/10

Where's the milk!!!

Tesco V Morrisons Update

I keep checking the blog, "Nout" so I now feel compelled to write something,

On our last trip to the big smoke, we frequented the Morrisons Eatery which was highly recommended by our gourmet colleague Toast.

It got off to a dodgy start,regarding menu choices, and then tray hygiene, but it all went uphill from there, and the whole experience was most enjoyable, although Milk was suffering from a slight attack of "Rainman" syndrome, in a highly agitated state,and spent most of the time clutching the parking ticket,and mumbling whether he should get the refund now,or later, and where do I go, etc
This wasn't helped by him noticing on the way in that the Customers Service Counter was not where it used to be, but all his fears were unfounded, and he received his refund, and all was well.

Breakfast 9/10 Hoorah for "Toast" I say.

Not a lot said, but I now feel better !!!!