11 Feb Berlin Brunches Hard (A Poem)
Beware hungry readers, this tale is bleak
Of Not Getting Brunch, it happened last week.
I’m not sure how long I can keep up with these rhymes
But I’ll do my best just to help pass the time(s).
We set off in the morn’, us travellers three
Myself and my buddies Martta and Jamie
We had no way of knowing our future mishaps
Though had one place starred upon Google Maps
The night before we’d been up been kinda late
Booze, chats and more, awake well-past eight
Carbs we were craving, and poached eggs, too
Perhaps we’d been luckier if our party were two*
We arrived at the starred place, Factory Girl
Looked busy but cozy, we’d give it a whirl!
TWENTY MINUTES TO WAIT? We can’t sit that long
Something something hangover, we had to move on.
To a coffeeshop nearby, just around the corner
Martta and I gave our small sandwich orders
Jamie got a cortado but wasn’t impressed
His want for poached eggs not easily suppressed.
Thus onward we travelled, two bellies now sated
We’d try the next stop with two hangers abated
We walked a few minutes and entered the store
To be told the wait’s 30 minutes — or more
The lack of poached eggs now drove Jamie mad
(I shouldn’t — but will — claim Moby to Ahab)
He can’t find them at home, they’re too much of a faff
for restaurants to make them. If asked, they just laugh.
So onwards we marched, hearing time after time
‘Did you book ahead? Nein? End of the line.’
By now it was nearing a much later hour
More proper for lunch than mimosa power
We consulted the map, with one last avowal
If nothing came up, we’d throw in the towel.
Instead of brunch spots, on a corner muy pequito,
A small local place, with vegetarian burrito.
While not selling poached eggs, it’s a close second place
Plus by then Jamie just needed food in his face.
Our day was half-over, we met up with our friends
And began the next cycle of finding food … again…
*There actually was a table for two at Factory Girl. But if we’d taken it, you wouldn’t have this poem in front of you so are you really that sad?