a breakfast win...

I have an issue with wanting people to love the things that I love. I want to share my favorite music, movies, and restaurants with those I care about and have them immediately see why I would have such attachment and admiration for such things. This is not always the response I get and, try as I might, I do not take well to such dissension. People should just get on board and view things as I do.

I realize that the above logic is flawed and that having people enjoy the same things I do would be boring and redundant, but, a little part of me feels that it is not too much to ask :) An glorious example of this is the fact that my best friend never likes the places I take him for breakfast. Never. (well, like almost never) We have had this exchange over 3-4 of my favorite places in Portland and I have been a bit scared to introduce him to any more potential disappointments.

Enter the impending closure of the Little Red Bicycle Cafe. This place is so near and dear to my heart that an unsatisfactory response by the aforementioned person was something I feared only a little less than him living his entire life without experiencing the wonder that is "The Messenger" breakfast sandwich.

I swallowed my fears and took him to brunch this morning with great results. He loved every part of the meal from the mini pineapple upside down cake to the peanut butter bacon French toast. We were also lucky enough to catch Ali, half of the heart and soul of LRB, at a slow moment and were able to chat. I am so glad that this, of all places, was a win in the bff breakfast column. Hope springs eternal that 1) I have good taste 2) I can be right in this friendship :), and 3) my love affair with this little cafe is a valid one.