You may be aware of my love of eggs. If you are not, this is important to this story. I love eggs. On a Saturday morning, if I roll out of bed and am in a bad mood, Kyle takes one look at me and says, “we’re going to breakfast.” A few cups of coffee and a Saturday scrambler later and I’m ready to face the day. I don’t know why this is, but it is the way I am. Breakfast here has generally been toast, yogurt and fruit. I like this breakfast, but as I said before, I’m an egg kind of girl.
This past Saturday, we were driving along and noticed a place for breakfast. With visions of eggs with feta, tomato and onion in my head, I agreed to meet the group in the morning to walk over and feast. We had decided to meet at 10:00am, as that was early enough but not too early for around here. We met at the set time and arrived at the restaurant about 20 minutes later. The day was beautiful, so we sat outside and opened the menu. There it was - omelettes, pancakes, and fruit…oh my! I had decided on an omelette, and was choosing which one when the waiter stopped by. As we started to order, he interrupted us by saying that they do not serve eggs, pancakes or anything hot for breakfast until noon. NOON! Really?
The reason for this can be described by walking you through a typical day…wake up, go to work (in by 9am or so), work, eat lunch (around 1 or 1:30), work some more, leave work (between 6-7pm) and go home, work out or surf the internet or shop, eat dinner (usually around 9 or 10pm - and we are always the first ones to the restaurants), go home, more internet or reading, go to bed (between 12:30 - 1:00am). That is a weekday. On the weekends, dinner is more like 10:30 -11pm and you go to bed even later. Those who really are into the “going out” scene, begin their nights at the clubs around 2:00am and they dance until 7:00am when they have breakfast and then go to bed. What bewiders me is the time between coming home from work and eating dinner. This seems to be a lot of time, but who am I to question? People here seem to live life with balance and vigor, enjoying family, work and hobbies to their fullest. Perhaps this is a better way of living…or, in the case of my egg story, perhaps not.
Back to the omelette…needless to say, we had our usual breakfast that day - croissants, yogurt and coffee. I am sure I will find my breakfast eggs around here somewhere, but if not…that is the first thing I am eating when I get back home. Birchwood Cafe…here I come!
Posted on October 18th, 2007 by katiejocannon
Filed under: Customs, Food, Uruguay
What? No breakfast burritos? That’s uncivilized.
I think your father had something to do w/ your egg desires.
John can probably relate more to the egg thing than I can but that just doesn’t seem right. Its like they know its breakfast but they just don’t want to serve it to you until they deem it is breakfast. I liken this to McDonalds closing their breakfast at 10:30am….you always decide you want it right about 10:35am. OR…..even worse, Chick Fil A…you decide after a night of drinking on saturday night that a greasy biscuit is just what you want. OH WAIT….closed on sundays. What is wrong with the breakfast industry? I think its a global problem.
BINGO! You hit it right on the head with your comment! There is some sort of breakfast monopoly going on. This sounds like it should be a Seinfeld episode…if only it were still on the air, I know we could have sold the idea!