Just gonna start posting blogs and not telling anyone about it.
GOOD PLAN, WEIRDO.
For years, I've wanted to open up a cafe. When I was in LA I thought about owning a place that served Salad and Smoothies. Three types of smoothies and three types of salads. That's it. A small menu seems appealing to me. It would be in the heart of West Hollywood and the cliental would be sexy gay men and like one straight girl who just moved there from Oklahoma. I'd end up hiring her for a few months until she realized, after making a vision board, she needs something "more" in life then get a job as a nanny or something. I don't know, fuck that girl.
Anyway, back to small menus.
My mom owns a restaurant with a HUGE menu like the Cheesecake Factory.... "oh I can get roast beef, pancakes and pizza? Hmmmm .... no I'll have some oatmeal and nachos." It's crazy. I like places that are like, "screw you, we have two things and that's all. Take it or leave it. We are not people pleasers." In England, I thought about owning a place that served bean burritos. That's it, just a bean burrito place. The burritos in England taste like turds wrapped in another turd. But.... now I'm thinking of moving back to my hometown and opening up a place that serves about four breakfast plates, four lunch plates, maybe a lunch special, two kinds of soup, a variety of cakes....and the kicker - proper afternoon tea.
A variety of cold sandwiches, scones with clotted cream and jam and tiny little cute cakes - served on a three tiered plate platter thing. Sandwiches on the bottom, scones in the middle, cute little cakes on the top.
A little taste of England in America.
For now, I'm stuck in England in the country side until I get the vaccine. I've been here for almost four years. FUCK. Thinking of moving back to my hometown? Double fuck. More on this later. Bye bye.