This delightful cafe is in my neighborhood and I've been dying to eat here since I moved in. Celebrating a good friend's visit with brunch. And it's fully funded by my change-picking-up-habit. Makes it worth every weird look I get when I swoop into the curb to grab some change.
They're only giving you weird looks because you got the quarter/dime/nickel/penny first.
ReplyDeleteSo far, my favorite restaurant in Glasgow is in the airport. I kid you not. It is called... *drum roll* -- eat.
Think Pret á Manger, or something like that - fresh food, sandwiches and wraps - nothing fried, no preservatives. You have no idea how rare that is here.
I miss American West Coast food.
Glad you had that special time with Ginger.
ReplyDeleteIt's very weird because I pre-wrote this blog on Tuesday, I think.
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