We sat outside MJ’s at a table in the sunshine with our usual. They know us now, the Eggs Brothers: Benedict and Royale.
It’s a little step outside of the rest of the day. Reality swirls quietly away at a distance of about 6 feet from the table, always.
Plans are made, rights are dismissed and rewritten righter, wrongs and their perpetrators are dismissed and mocked.
There’s an unspoken suspension of nutritional facism, cake here is harmless, its powers controlable. A second cuppa is not more sugar and caffeine, it’s the epilogue.

5 thoughts on “Gach!”

  1. Go on then, PTC*, I’ve searched through the blog and your tag cloud and can’t find where or what this hallowed MJ’s is. Not only have you got me interested…. but hungry!

  2. For those of us heading east to west… and sort of south…it is difficult to ignore the lure of the Ballinluig Motor Grill on the A9.

    Volume and quality of food are up to the mark, but it is the sheer speed of service that invariably impresses. Coffee usually arrives on the table around 60 seconds after order has been taken.

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