We went for breakfast with some friends of ours today. The restaurant was beautiful – it was really, really beautiful – and it was theirs!
When they first told us of this venture (we were out for drinks at the Tote a few weeks ago) – I have to admit I thought it would be just another breakfast place. How wrong could I be! It was fine-dining at the finest end of fine.
Nestled in the prettiest part of Maling Road – Canterbury, the place was picture perfect – they grew their own herbs, smoked their own bacon, baked their own bread – in essence they were down with all things good about food.
As we chatted over our coffees and green teas – all of a sudden I felt an awkward sensation when I realized our friends really did own this place and we might not have to pay, sheesh – I really shouldn’t have ordered those two extra sides.
Breakfast came and it was most delicious – perfectly portioned and perfectly poached we enjoyed some delicious home made beans and the tea smoked salmon was a treat.
Afterwards we were shown around the restaurant – checked out the function area and our friend’s new office… It was at that point I realized something – does this mean we are grown up? – We have friends who own beautiful restaurants and we talk with them about weddings, work and where we should live (things I’m sure I didn’t care about when I was 19). We move on with our day and concern ourselves with dishwashing liquid and if we should send our wedding invites out in envelopes or not, questions I know I didn’t care about at 19. And then I thought… Maybe it’s not about being grown up – maybe you just care about different things when your 31 than when your 19.
check out our friends restaurant Wildflower