Midweek brunch at P.S. cafe, one of my favorite places. Packed even on a weekday afternoon, the atmosphere was blithe, the air filled with light hearted chatter. Left with the option of alfresco sitting, we were greeted by playful sun rays and the lush greenery. This experience, albeit a familiar one, was most inviting having roughened it out the past months.
It was another sunny day, with the occasional breeze that makes you forget how pretentious the idea of midweek brunch could possibly be. As always, the food was agreeable. My smoked salmon sandwich with organic soy linseed bread was a dream from long ago. Such a hearty meal, it was undeniable that I was living life right.
Our brunch was interrupted several times, with uninvited meal companions descending from above – I wish they were angels but it was practically raining spiders and ants. I knew there had to be a reason behind that generous serving of rocket salad, possibly so guests would be kept busy chewing on the greens and not being able to scream / let out the secret that I'm going to be the next spiderman (sorry andrew garfield).