Okay, since we’re three posts in, I have to confess something.
Even though I have dedicated this blog to breakfast, my favorite and thankfully most important meal of the day, I actually struggle to wake up before 12. And by “struggle”, I mean setting seven different alarms, only to wake up at the eighth one I don’t remember ever setting but waking up to it anyways, and glaring at my phone for waking me up (despite the fact that I had most likely set up several alarms the night before just so I could, for once in my life, wake up at 10 or 11). So in short, what I’m saying is that I’m not even a morning bird.
But I digress, because it’s still breakfast, even if it’s past twelve and still your first meal of the day, right?
Well, that’s what I was telling myself when I was stuffing my face with Modern Pastry’s amazing tiramisu and florentine cookie while taking bites of my roommate’s pastry.
Needless to say, it was a beautiful breakfast at the North End, even it was, um, fashionably late.
The Breakfast Club 