08/08/2026
‘No.1 Queen Street’
The Great Queen Street Café Breakfast Debate
Brenda and Colin had made the decision to sit outside at Queen Street Café.
This was already a bold decision, given the kittiwakes circling overhead like they’d been briefed on Colin’s breakfast plans.
“So… what are you having?” Brenda asked.
Colin stared at the menu.
“I’m not sure.”
“You’ve been looking at it for ten minutes.”
“I’m deciding.”
“You’re choosing breakfast, Colin. Not a new mortgage.”
The debate quickly moved on to eggs.
“How do you want them?”
“I don’t know.”
“Scrambled?”
“Maybe.”
“Poached?”
“Possibly.”
“Fried?”
“I could.”
Brenda closed her eyes.
“And toast?”
“Brown… or wholemeal.”
“They’re practically the same thing!”
“I need to think about it.”
At that exact moment, a kittiwake swooped dangerously close to the table.
Colin ducked.
“That’s it. I knew we shouldn’t have sat outside.”
Brenda looked at him.
“You’ve spent longer arguing about eggs than you have worrying about the birds.”
Another kittiwake circled overhead.
Colin pointed at it.
“See? It knows I’m having toast.”
Brenda took a sip of her coffee.
“Just order the bloody eggs, Colin.”
