08/05/2011

One Seriously Pimped-Out Banana!

Yeah we're back.

It's been a while, huh?

Anyway, whatever.

CHECK THIS OUT.

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This banana has got delusions of grandeur!
But, much like RAEKWON, I say go with it.

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Nobody is getting hurt, and there is a certain charm to the improbable arrogance that makes me, well.... wanna buy into the hype despite knowing it'll only encourage further antics...

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This is where it goes down. Taylor Street, on Queen's Road, Brighton. (There are a few of these in London too, if that's how you roll...)

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It's a nice little coffee place that manages to keep a simple, non-corporate vibe even in the face of their obvious success. Plus their Joe is seriously mean. Check this out!

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That is hella dark!

Somewhere in Oxford University, a dude and a lady in orthropedic shoes are trying to calculate the mass of this coffee, that's how black it is. It is like, this cup of coffee has it's own Event Horizon, and if you were to jump inside it, you would be spat out of a latte on the other side of the universe.

Powerful black.

Anyway, back to this gnarly banana.

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I graduated from "sweet breakfast" long ago as a youth.
I cast aside those faithful friends of old such as this motley crew I used to love so well...

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...ok, maybe not that last one.

But the point is that once I had my first bacon/egg combo at the age of around 9 or 10, I was THROUGH with sugar for breakfast. I was totally savoury, until around lunchtime or so when I'd have my Penguin Chocolate Biscuit.

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And so it was with great trepidation that I revisited the sweetness-in-the-morning game by sacking up and ordering the FRENCH TOAST at Taylor Street.

I mean, this was gonna be pretty damn sweet, right? A fried banana on top of sugared bread. With this whole jug of maple syrup, just for me!

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I followed their instructions, and doled out a liberal application of the nectar... At least there was bacon on the plate to entice me in!

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Oh man, one bite and I was HOOKED. The whole thing kinda coalgulates together into a big gloopy, sticky mess... it's hard to tell where banana ends and bacon begins.

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Before I knew it, I had snarfed the whole thing.

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I must admit, I'm not sure how "French" this "French toast" really was, but it is a winner with me.

Well done, you crazy sugar-breakfast French people!

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