My Euphoric Breakfast
Posted by Dave Cividino
It is difficult to explain how I reached this heightened feeling of complete relaxation and clarity. Perhaps it was the local city workmen sitting around a large wooden table enjoying their morning break with a few pints of lager, perhaps it was the German waitress dressed in the traditional dress; intimidating upper body strength with a hard yet beautiful face, the type of woman who would take care of you while cooking, cleaning and watching after 6 kids at the same time without a single whim of complaint; also the type of woman who would make you feel like you were a play toy when she felt like riding you into the sunrise. Perhaps it was the fact that I had just walked four blocks in the blazing summer heat after a night of heavy drinking and was once again, at 9:30 in the morning, quenching my thirst with a pint of Ale while shoveling potato pancakes covered in apple puree down my throat at the Augustina beer garden. I am not really sure what it was but as i sipped on my second round of beer and pancakes, a flooding of complete euphoria engulfed my body and mind. The feeling was so intense that I could not stop smiling and I almost began to cry. I looked around the room and sucked in the dank morning air of the indoor, wood laden garden. I had no care in the world. I would have welcomed death with open arms for this moment was the highest moment I have ever reached. I had traveled all around Europe, I had seen beautiful architecture, nature in its most awe-inspiring form, gorgeous women of all ethnicities...true, untouchable beauty. It was at this point I decided that my life was not meant to reach heights and dreams that I desired and craved so desperately for. I had reached a peak that I fear I may never reach again. No amount of money, power or fame could ever top the feeling I felt in that moment of ecstacy and therefore I am dedicating my life to finding the source of my temporary euphoria...without the help of mind expanding drugs...in order to find my inner peace. I recommend that all of you find that place as well...ordering the potato pancakes and a pint of beer for breakfast at the Augustina beer garden in Munich is a good place to start.
It is difficult to explain how I reached this heightened feeling of complete relaxation and clarity. Perhaps it was the local city workmen sitting around a large wooden table enjoying their morning break with a few pints of lager, perhaps it was the German waitress dressed in the traditional dress; intimidating upper body strength with a hard yet beautiful face, the type of woman who would take care of you while cooking, cleaning and watching after 6 kids at the same time without a single whim of complaint; also the type of woman who would make you feel like you were a play toy when she felt like riding you into the sunrise. Perhaps it was the fact that I had just walked four blocks in the blazing summer heat after a night of heavy drinking and was once again, at 9:30 in the morning, quenching my thirst with a pint of Ale while shoveling potato pancakes covered in apple puree down my throat at the Augustina beer garden. I am not really sure what it was but as i sipped on my second round of beer and pancakes, a flooding of complete euphoria engulfed my body and mind. The feeling was so intense that I could not stop smiling and I almost began to cry. I looked around the room and sucked in the dank morning air of the indoor, wood laden garden. I had no care in the world. I would have welcomed death with open arms for this moment was the highest moment I have ever reached. I had traveled all around Europe, I had seen beautiful architecture, nature in its most awe-inspiring form, gorgeous women of all ethnicities...true, untouchable beauty. It was at this point I decided that my life was not meant to reach heights and dreams that I desired and craved so desperately for. I had reached a peak that I fear I may never reach again. No amount of money, power or fame could ever top the feeling I felt in that moment of ecstacy and therefore I am dedicating my life to finding the source of my temporary euphoria...without the help of mind expanding drugs...in order to find my inner peace. I recommend that all of you find that place as well...ordering the potato pancakes and a pint of beer for breakfast at the Augustina beer garden in Munich is a good place to start.
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Sunday, August 13, 2006.
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9:32 AM
By potato pancakes, do you mean Latkes? Damn, I'd love me some latkes, with sour cream and apple sauce. Oh, I can taste the fritter-fry-cream contrast of oil and cream.
I'm crying.