Dale Cooper (special_agent) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-10-24 20:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | anthony j. crowley, dale cooper |
Who: Dale Cooper and OPEN! (Feel free to know him/ask to sit because it's busy/chat whilst waiting for take away/etc.)
What: Breakfast.
When: Wednesday morning.
Where: A cafe/diner in Irvine.
Rating: G, I assume.
Status: Ongoing.
Detective Cooper was a firm believer in breakfast being the most important meal of the day. Though possibly not the way he had ordered it. Two fried eggs over hard, bacon almost as black as his coffee, and an assortment of wilted extras. Any nutritional value was negated by the artery clogging, cancer inducing specifications of his plate. But old habits died hard, and whether or not he would, he couldn't help but enjoy them. It helped that Dale Cooper was blessed, as many people (mostly women) had told him, with an overactive metabolism. It didn't seem to matter what he ate during the course of his day, he kept much the same profile. Although exercise was an important part of his daily routine. And this was his reward. He was a fan of treating himself to something every day. Whether it be a heart-attack inducing breakfast half way through the week or an unplanned cup of strong, black coffee.
The place was really filling up, and as was sometimes the case during the morning rush, his breakfast arrived before his coffee. He wasn't one to complain though. Finishing off a meal like that with a good cup of coffee, well, it certainly hit the spot, didn't it? He offered his server and even broader smile as the plate was placed in front of him, along with his thanks. It smelled divine and the bacon was an appropriate level of cremated for his liking. Always a good sign. Taking a bite, Detective Cooper expressed his approval with an mmm-mmm sound. "Damn fine," he said after swallowing his mouthful, mostly to himself.