I wasn't sure if I should do it.
Two weeks ago, I planned a Christmas breakfast, for yesterday, with the photography boys — Nick (centre) and Bob (right).
Since then, Omicron has been exploding. The provincial case count seems to be doubling every three days. And while hospitalizations aren't over the top, they are not negligible either.
I recalled that, due to COVID, I cancelled coffee with them last year at this time, so I was reluctant to do it again. Therefore, I went ahead with it. However, Sue and I also determined that this would be my/our last coffee/restaurant visit until the New Year. By then, the booster will have kicked in (we will get our boosters on Sunday), and our resistance to Omicron will rise from about 30% (tops) to ~85%.
We showed our passes and sat by ourselves in an uncrowded restaurant, which by rights should not have been uncrowded because it was an absolutely yummy breakfast. I had eggs Benedict with hollandaise sauce on an English muffin with fried tomato and crispy bacon in between the two and goat cheese on top. It, along the the home fries, came piping hot and perfectly cooked. Yum.
So we have two thumbs up. Maybe Nick wasn't as impressed with his Western, but Bob loved his crispy French toast and vowed to return soon with his wife.
Although this self-imposed limitation means that Sue and I will forego the Christmas visit to the sugar bush restaurant that we had planned, this breakfast was a pretty good last hurrah — for me anyway, and Sue enjoyed her visit to the same place not long ago.
With Shauna's birthday, and Christmas and New Years approaching, we will likely be provided for well enough in our safe environments until we can get out again.
Having had that breakfast out, however, I won't be able to say that I was home for the hollandaise, for indeed, I most most decidedly out for the hollandaise.