Breakfast in Bobcageon

I’m sitting in the sun outside the Full Cup Cafe. I’ve placed my order (three eggs easy-over, hash browns, bacon, gluten-free toast, and raspberry jam) and stepped out for a breath of fresh air. It’s ten o’clock on Sunday Morning. Easter Sunday. Not a lot of folks go to church anymore, but for those who do, Easter is a big deal. Oddly enough, it’s also the International Day of Trans Visibility. Those Christians just couldn’t resist scheduling Easter for the same day. What’s wrong with those people? There’s a church right across the street. The parking lot is full to overflowing. You can hear them singing hymns. But mostly what you hear is BB King on the speakers in front of the Full Cup Cafe. Inside, the place looks like a ‘50’s diner. I suspect that’s not because they hired a fancy-pants designer, but more likely they haven’t got around to a make-over since the ‘50’s. On one wall there’s a sign informing patrons that unattended children will be given an espresso and a kitten. The next wall has a BB King poster and an admonishment to purchase refreshing Coca-Cola. The far wall has the burger board (ten burgers available, including the Blues Burger and the Big Kahuna, which includes pineapple and ham). I’ll have to come back for lunch someday to take a crack at that Blues Burger. Bacon and blue cheese! What could go wrong? The last wall is the window wall where I’m sitting. There’s a pot shop next door, and there’s a couple of… elderly gentlemen? dudes my age? local fuck-ups?… huffing their brains out on their vapes right in front. The one guy must have hit the sweet spot, because he was pretty much doubled over and clinging to the railing to stay on his feet. They’re obviously smoking shit way more deadly than anything in my repertoire, and they’re getting it at a government approved pot shop! Then they got in their car and drove away. The crowd at the Full Cup seemed mostly working-class types. I suppose the not-so-rough folks were across the street on Easter Sunday. We ended up there only because we were heading home after a few days at Pigeon Lake. Don’t know why they call it that. We saw geese, ducks, loons, swans, a mourning dove, but no pigeons. Go figure! Right beside the burger board there’s a sign that reads TRUMP 2024 Take America Back. Yup. Right there on the wall in one of the most authentic diners I’ve seen in years… and in Canada!? What’s this world coming to? Breakfast was so great I left a five dollar tip. Breakfast for two, $45. Sitting in the sun with BB King? Priceless.