The cone

This is all going pretty well with the new filter papers.

Sunday – Bowers style

Let’s talk about life.

Nineteen years and some sounds don’t change.

Lucy’s brother took the photo in this photo. I hear it’s in New Zealand.

Had a Spanish chorizo and cheese sandwich made with an organic London Bloomer loaf from Blackheath farmers market. Heavy. We listened to Dinosaur Jr’s Farm album. Heavy. We walked home in the sun. Heavy.

Ceramic coffee filter cone

Monmouth style

Pretty excited about using this tomorrow.

A Friday, but different

Brother Ben’s birthday lunch

As anticipated below, Bodean’s it was.

I thought I didn’t need a menu, but ended up mixing it up ever so slightly going for a Boston Butt rather than the standard Soho Special. Regrets all round as I couldn’t even finish it and it just isn’t quite a Soho Special on all fronts. I did enjoy taking responsibility for working in the bbq sauce. To be fair it was only 12pm and I ate at 10am, so looking at it from that angle, I didn’t do too bad. Washing it down with a root beer works everytime. Catch a glimpse of the gherkin in behind the sauce – never underestimate the power of the gherkin. A good brunch.

Talking guitars with the old man.

Fopp = flop. I know it’s a few (four) years old now, but I went looking for a Wolf Parade album and I found nothing. HMV is always a last resort, and play.com has caused me all sorts of grief recently. Books not being delivered, Dinosaur Jr. albums being sent in the shape of Killers albums. I even tried to see how that would work, but D is no where near K in the alphabet, the album titles are not similar, one’s made of cardboad the other plastic. And one’s white and the other is, well, cardboard brown. So Fopp was the place for me, surely. Nope. Just season seven of The West Wing.

Monmouth or Starbucks? Only one choice in the city. Bought a drip cone too. Time to filter out the oils.

Double macchiato two sips in. Recognise.

This is the walk home from the station. Heavy.

BBQ tonight. Finish the day how it started I guess. Go for a run in the morning.

Bodean’s

This is lunch more often than it probably/definitely should be. Working on the next street doesn’t help. Went here Friday for dinner, Saturday for dinner. The funny thing is I’m going there today for lunch too. That’s definitely not my fault. Soho Special – big time. Burnt Ends Mondays and Wednesdays. Man, my heart.