It is blustery. It is cold. It is Thursday. Tasks drip from the to-do list like the icicles forming on the front porch gutter. Toes are numb, legs are shivering, and sweaters, blankets and hot tea are not doing the trick.
You think about pressing through, doing some work — feet to the fire, nose to the grindstone, all that good stuff. And then you decide that if those snotty public school teachers get to take a snow day, by jingo so should you.
Well, there was no snow in Atlanta this past Thursday; the teachers were steadfastly chalking equations onto their blackboards, and truth be told, it was not even that cold outside.
But I took the morning off anyway.
Ria’s Bluebird is regarded as one of the finest diners in America, regularly appearing on top ten lists and greasy spoon television spots. New York Times even named Ria’s pancakes as the best in the nation.
I split an order of the aforementioned flapjacks with my wife — enrobed by warm maple syrup and velvety caramelized banana, and we also divided a platter of zippy huevos rancheros a la Bluebird. Flowing hot coffee warded off the chill in the rainy air, and the buttery pancakes drowned the morning blues in warm, sticky goo.
All to quickly, I was back in the office, noodling around with Photoshop and answering emails. An epic adventure it was not, but an otherwise forgettable morning rose in the ranks to one I will think about for some time.
It was refreshing to experience a slice of the life that goes on while I am busy in my familiar little wheelhouse. The morning off never fails to remind that big-feeling problems are usually small, and often not worth the worry. When was the last time you claimed a morning for yourself? If you can’t remember, it is time to shirk responsibility for a couple of hours, experience something new, and be refreshed.
What are the best morning spots in your neck of the woods? Any tips about favorite menu items?