Bottled Sky

I’m crazy about breakfast food. I could live on it alone — heck, I practically do, considering that the extent of my cooking skills involves boiling eggs and pouring cereal into a bowl — so any restaurant that serves breakfast all day is all right in my book.

One such restaurant is the newly opened Wild Honey at Mandarin Gallery on Orchard Road. I met up there with a few friends on the morning of New Year’s Eve to celebrate the end of 2009 with the Yummiest Brunch in the History of Brunches™.

Fine, it wasn’t the yummiest, but it was still pretty darn good. I have the pictures to prove it:

Every bite I took of this bagel made my eyes roll back into my head in sheer bliss. I tried my best not to make too many obscene noises out of consideration for all the other people trying to eat their own breakfast in peace.

This is Gabe humoring me by posing patiently with his Eggs Benedict.

This is Gabe two seconds later.

Jacq ordered an icy concoction that rose four inches above the rim of the glass. I forgot what the drink was called, so for the purposes of this blog entry let’s just call it Super Awesome. (Photo by Jacq)

This is Christina giving her Banoffee Brulee a look that clearly says, “Enjoy your last few minutes, you evil son of banana and espresso. I don’t care how many calories you hold. You’re going down.”

You see these faces? These are the faces of people who have just finished spending the last morning of 2009 having gastronomic orgasms.

Amid all the face stuffing, we managed to squeeze in some light chit chat. (Yes, we talked with our mouths full. We’re REBELS.) I told them about my new eyeglasses, explaining that since I had LASIK eye surgery in 2002, my main purposes for buying them were to protect my eyes from computer glare and to make me appear smarter during meetings with clients.

I didn’t bring the eyewear in question with me that day, but I had in my bag a felt flower hair tie that just so happened to be the exact same shade of magenta. I fished out the hair tie from my purse, so they could better picture how fabulous my new glasses were.

As Christina and Jacq squealed their approval, Gabe deadpanned in wonder, “Wow. I’m having brunch with a bunch of bimbos.”