Double Vision with Charlie Adley
There’s no better way to start the day and this New Year than with a fine breakfast, and I’m not talking about a healthy breakfast. Much as I love my weekday porridge or yoghourt, fruit and muesli, everyone deserves a little treat, so every Saturday I enjoy taking myself out for a Full Irish.
Of course I’m aware that rashers, bangers, and thick rings of black and white do my body no good whatsoever, but for some bizarre reason the pleasure I incur from the entire experience replenishes my soul beyond reasonable expectation.
Sitting in peace and quiet, taking my time, perusing the lies and nonsense written about the Beautiful Game on the back pages of red top tabloids: it all puts a smile on my face.
As a self-employed person it’s really important I create one real day off each week. That day starts with this breakfast, and when everything goes right, I can import enough bonhomie and relaxedness to turn into a half decent human being for the entirety of the following week.
Over the years I’ve built in my head what others might consider a rather sad list of ingredients to make the experience perfect. Spare me your witty accusations of First World Problems. That’s where we live, and anyway, there’s way more to this than food.
If I go to the same place on a regular basis, I’d like to be treated like a regular. They don’t have to know my name or even what I want to eat, but a smile of recognition goes a long way.
In the Full Irish there comes such a variety of hot meaty ingredients, I definitely want two eggs to spread the flavours and mix the tastes around.
One egg just won’t do, so if that’s all the menu offers, I ask for another.
Then there’s the matter of butter and marmalade: are they on the table, or will I have to ask for them? Oh and please don’t be bringing me steaming hot toast sitting on top of melting butter packs.
To read Charlie’s column in full, please see this week’s Galway City Tribune.