The daily grind feels more like a belt sander. The cubicle walls press in, invoking a quiet, gray sort of vertigo. The elation of Friday evening buckles into a trough of depression by the time Sunday evening rolls around.
It is time for a great breakfast… during the work day. That’s correct. You owe it to yourself to call in a case of adult-onset chicken pox and head out to the highest rated brunch dive on Yelp.
Once a year or so, I shuffle over to Decatur for a relaxed cup of coffee and honestly good food at the Rise n’ Dine. The whitewashed, airy room is a beautiful antidote to the stuffy office desk cluster. The pancakes are stellar, the coffee, brisk. The waitstaff, adorned with funky, horn-rimmed specs. The brief moment away, infinitely better than the alternative.
What is your Rise n’ Dine? Where do you go to blow off a few hours of responsibility and enjoy a taste of life instead? Next time I am in your city, I want to check it out for myself.