what is it about brunch? why is it such a big deal? i guess it's because it only actually occurs on those days when there's nothing else to do but sit and blankly flick through newspaper supplements--and those are invariably good days. it's like association or something.
well, here we are in vancouver, and there's an hour or two to kill. jimmy knows a place called commune. it is, essentially, a hipster cafe, so... perfectly suited to us. the menu is written up on a chalkboard*, you can drink something called "lunas organic karmic peace tea" and something else called "st. ambroise apricot wheat ale"--and, oh yeah, it's called commune.
commune! back in the 1950s this place would've been shut down quicker than you can say "get ye to the gulag". inevitably, to demonstrate just how far the socialist experiment has come, there's a guy sitting solo a few tables behind us with an ipad, an ipad stand, and a standalone keyboard--an iworkstation, if you will. an iberkstation. an... ijerkoffstation.
well, here we are in vancouver, and there's an hour or two to kill. jimmy knows a place called commune. it is, essentially, a hipster cafe, so... perfectly suited to us. the menu is written up on a chalkboard*, you can drink something called "lunas organic karmic peace tea" and something else called "st. ambroise apricot wheat ale"--and, oh yeah, it's called commune.
commune! back in the 1950s this place would've been shut down quicker than you can say "get ye to the gulag". inevitably, to demonstrate just how far the socialist experiment has come, there's a guy sitting solo a few tables behind us with an ipad, an ipad stand, and a standalone keyboard--an iworkstation, if you will. an iberkstation. an... ijerkoffstation.
cheap cynicism aside, it is obviously my kind of place. simple booth seating, easy-going food, and waiters who don't shirk from overbearing niceties.
here's brunch, up close and personal:
claggy.
jimmy and walter weren't terribly impressed. mine was a good 25% bigger than theirs, and my poached egg was actually cooked properly. i also possess grace, charm, and an excellent knife and fork technique, which as you can imagine is quite riling. secretly all they wanted was a side of heinz baked beans. jimmy actually became so desperate for that he ordered the closest orange thing he could find:
drip, drip, dripping.
*it's possible that it isn't.
3 comments:
Look at how polite Walter is, he's basically a little Lord! : )
Curious about poached eggs, never had them...are they liquid inside?
Brunch is an interesting concept. Not quite breakfast and not yet lunch. Is that cheese on the potatoes or something else? Looks a bit like the meals I have at a little cafe called Cafe Eclectic. Hipstery too, but they have excellent (seasonal) pumpkin cheesecake.
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