A french classic (minus the cigarette), with a south-east Asian twist? No, I just grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on my way out the door then topped it with pastry before a meeting with my colleagues at eleven.
It's all wrong really, bananas for breakfast. There's a pop-artiness about a single banana, very Velvet Underground meets Andy Warhol; something fashionable and therefore not to be trusted.
As for croissants; well they're French aren't they. Which means they're complicated and flaky. Done properly they are very tasty though. However outside the Fifth Republic these little butter bombs are always liable to disappoint. Which is quite like pastis and their women really (both brooding temptresses but better watered down).
The coffee was rank and the meeting was dreadful.
It's all wrong really, bananas for breakfast. There's a pop-artiness about a single banana, very Velvet Underground meets Andy Warhol; something fashionable and therefore not to be trusted.
As for croissants; well they're French aren't they. Which means they're complicated and flaky. Done properly they are very tasty though. However outside the Fifth Republic these little butter bombs are always liable to disappoint. Which is quite like pastis and their women really (both brooding temptresses but better watered down).
The coffee was rank and the meeting was dreadful.
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