Earl's Kitchen

The Financial Advisor, the Blonde and myself decided to start our working week with a "breakfast meeting". Now this would suggest that a) we work together and b) it was an official meeting. Both are infact completely untrue. The fact of the matter is that the FA has moved business to a rural location, ruining our late lunch arrangement and necessitating getting up half an hour earlier...not a problem to the FA or me but nothing short of a crisis to the blonde. The location is not under negotiation...it has to be Earls' Kitchen in Navan, my favourite coffee shop, bar none.
Sandra owns this haven down a little alleyway off the main street and although the savoury food is fantastic, when it comes to home baking she really excels. The smell of warm scones and brown bread greets you at the door and on passing by the muffins and cupcakes you arrive at the dessert counter ! My God, it is a masterpiece. The Strawberry roulade, lemon meringue, deep apple pie, sumptous Banoffi...the moorish list goes on. The great news is that as well as the portions being suitably huge, you can order them to take away...there is a God !
Sorry got carreid away ! Back to Breakfast. The Financial Advisor had toasted brown bread with perfectly poached eggs, mine were scrambled and the blonde devoured a fruit scone of epic proportions. The weekend was mulled over, dissected and lamented before we headed off in our different directions to start another week.