Beans jam and me

Sandra Knzi

I was walking around in Glasgow, looking for a nice bar to drink a good coffee. I found one, where two barkeepers (male & female) were doing their work in a happy atmosphere. No other customers. When I walked in, they instantly concentrated all their friendliness on me. I was a little bit scared, but only a little bit. I asked for a breakfast, well, they gave me the menu. So after some time and some kind inquiring looks from behind the bar, I decided to choose a breakfast - Toast with beans and jam. Yes, perhaps Id have chosen something else, if Id understood the words on the menu.

When the happy waiter brought the plate, I saw what Id ordered. It wasnt exactly what I was expecting. I mean, all the beans were thrown over the toast, the toast didnt swim, no, it had gone under in the beans, and at the edge of the plate, but still on it, stood a little porcelain dish with red jam. You couldnt lift this little cup without getting orange sauce all over your hand and the table. The really friendly guy asked: Everything okay? ... (continues)