Heaven is a Cooked Breakfast

Last night the wind howled as gale force winds battered Scarborough, it was a relief to find that the only casualty was our garden flag, which was drooping at half-mast. As it was Saturday we treated ourselves to breakfast out. Unusually for us we went to the town centre, I caught myself moaning, yes I know that is unusual – “What are all these old people doing in town when they could come in on a weekday when it is quiet”. Then I of course did a double take, I am one of those, and yes I could have come into the town on a weekday, but then of course I would not have eaten a cooked breakfast.

There is something restorative about a well-cooked breakfast that is taken in peaceful surroundings. Especially when accompanies by one or in this case two large cappuccinos. I had scrambled egg (which had just the right degree of runniness), and sausage(s) on an English muffin. Over breakfast we had a wide-ranging chat, ranging from household trivia to world affairs. We sorted a few things out, and after an hour all was well with the world.

Some more praise for Taylors Café in the centre of Scarborough. Young people largely manage it in a very professional manner with excellent customer service, and a good grasp of the basics of running a café. This is so important and almost always the service transcends the food. I contrast this with a small café near my parents-in-law. Now the food is as good, indeed the bread and tarts are some of the best that I have sampled. Again it is run by a largely young crew, but here they look and sound as though they are doing a favour serving you. Good service can be so simple, but so elusive.

For Scarborough locals - in my opinion Taylors serves the best coffee in the locale.

Our son texted later to ask whether we wanted to do something with our granddaughters in York tomorrow. I immediately saw this as an opportunity to use my new English Heritage membership. You are able to visit Britain’s most complete nuclear bunker, a relic from the cold war, on Sundays only. This is complete with a film as to how Britain would have approached Armageddon. Now I saw this as a not to be missed introduction to history for the family, imagine my dismay when Marion vetoed this as not being suitable for a five and two year old. Still as I was content after my cooked breakfast all was still well with the world.