Breakfasts

Blegh. I always tell myself not to, but I end up doing it anyways.

Had to head across town this morning early enough that I didn't have time to get breakfast before leaving ( okay, so really I slept in too late ) and I hit a McDonald's on the way to get some food. Sausage egg mcmuffin, hashbrown and medium orange juice.

Ugh. Some six hours later now my stomach is punishing me for it.

I miss my old apartment downtown, the one I had before I moved back east for a few years. It had a little grocery store ran by a very nice couple who spoke almost no english and kept it stocked with a very strange assortment of food, as well as a selection of chinese herbs, magazines and delicacies. I used to get a large poppy seed muffin and a quart of chocolate milk for breakfast everyday.

Before that when I had a townhouse out in the 'burbs to the southwest of Portland I used to take the bus into downtown and get off about five blocks for my office at the time and get a ham & cheese omelet, three strips of bacon, an english muffin, and a bottle of grape juice at a place called the Bagel Bistro.

Oddly enough, I think all those meals cost about the same at the time, give or take a small bit of change.