I'm pretty ritualistic when it comes to my breakfasts. Partly out of habit, and partly out of convenience, I each oatmeal & yogurt just about every day. Thank goodness our friends broke me out of this routine Saturday morning:
There's no way to appropriately photograph this sandwich that would do it any kind of justice. That, friends, is a fried egg, prosciutto, basil, and burratta cheese on sourdough bread from The Oaks Gourmet Market down the street. I just about died. This was incredible.
Good stuff, too, to get us fueled up for a few hours on the paddle tennis courts on Venice Beach!
The freaks were out in full force:
I hadn't played paddle tennis in years, but it didn't take long to remember that this is the most addictive sport every created:
A few sweaty hours later, we wandered, checked out the scene, drank some lemonades / bloodies, and generally enjoyed the sunshine which our pasty pale flesh hadn't seen in months on end:
Oh, and we raced:
I was convinced I could beat Josh in a short-distance sprint race.
I was wrong.
Then, we ate. First, at Umami Burger:
And later at Cecconi's:
Where we managed to plow through some octopus, risotto, pumpkin tortelli, and passionfruit-campari sorbet, among other things.
What? We had to replace (and then some) all those burnt off calories somehow!
They say it's important to know your true self.