Day Broke

Currently my world is one long breakfast buffet. When did these get so popular? What happened to ordering? There are some things in life that just should not be ladled, and sausages are one of them. Equally, I do not want to scoop grey scrambled eggs from the bucket of 500 dead chicken babies. I order some poached eggs and they arrive like a beached Portuguese Man-of-war, stringy whites lying around the plate in limp pools of water. My orange juice is churned, the grapefruit is stewed and flies are buzzing over the cold rubbery toast. I pack it in and head out, and as I leave the maître d' wishes me good morning. I wish for one too.