The morning after...

...a night of adult beverages I am insanely hungry when I wake up. That being said, Ashley and I raced to a place I've been dying to take her to called "Turning Point". They have delicious food that is fresh-to-death (aka: has a lot of fruit and goodness). We raced to get there before 8am because I had to work at 9.Only to find out they do not open until 8am, WHAT?!. I have never heard of such a thing. I was a little appalled (it could have been the hunger talking).  So instead of waiting outside the front doors we walked across the road to look at the ocean for a few minutes.  

So, at 7:55 we walked back over and waited outside (I know it is obnoxious to do, but it was cold and what place that serves breakfast, and dare I say specializes in breakfast, opens at 8am??).  So we waited and waited and the people inside definitely saw us (I say this because I was intentionally moving around with BIG motions). I look at my watch and it is 8:04. What?!?! So...I knocked on the door. I was one of those people. I was one of those people that waited outside and then knocked on the door. I know it sounds rude, but 1. it was cold 2. hunger was talking 3. I had to leave for work in 25 minutes 4. I had zero caffeine running through my nearly frozen veins ....

Turning Point showed me zero failure once the coffee arrived and the food was placed in front of me.  I ordered the waffles and Ashley ordered the stuffed french toast.  It was incredible.  Also, I want that cow milk dispenser so badly. Every time I go I want to accidentally drop it into my bag, but decide against it each time. Damn morals.