Her brunch belongs in MoMA
The college-aged girl next to me at this diner is reading from a Kindle, drinking a cocktail with some sort of superfruit in it, and ordered an eggs benedict with arugula that’s drizzled with balsamic vinaigrette. It doesn’t look like brunch, it looks like a goddamn painting.
I’m reading an actual book, drinking a cup of coffee, and just ate an egg scramble with a layer of cheddar cheese on top so thick, I think I’m having a heart attack while I write this.
I am a dinosaur who doesn’t have a grey hair on his body. All hail the new generation.
