saturday morning brunch, old bishop’s roommate in town.
“dave let’s walk”
“nah man, its cold. i want to drive, i like driving, i never get to drive”
“stop your bitchin’ dave and lets walk”.
“it’s fucking cold, why the hell are we walking” “it’s not this cold in toronto, i’m not used to this” “where are we going”
“why are you crying” “we’re going to have brunch in a warehouse”
“what? you’re kidding right?”
“not in the least”
skeptical at first, content at the end. the food was great, from the cream of organic mushrooms, the grilled cheese and the raspberry scone. it was a great atmosphere, a great brunch, a great walk with an old friend.