So I head out of my apartment into the hallway. Hmmm, the lights still don't work and half of the hallway to the exit door is under construction. It's got a damp and humid smell, even though it seems to be hot outside. I open up the door, and the sure enough the anticipated hot sun hits me directly on my face. To my surprise, clement was there already, accompanied by his red vespa.
"Hey man, what you sayin?" - Clem
"Nothing much fam, you been waiting long?" - me
"Don't even worry bout that, just grab this helmet and come with me, we gonna hit up the Macrina"- Clem
"Whoooaa this must be some scam you thought of homie... we eating in Bell Town?" - me
"Dawg, just grab the helmet, mans are hungry"- Clem
So we zip down from Fremont to Bell Town for breakfast. It is actually a pretty nice ride. If you're not on the back of a vespa. I think that was peak hipster level, plus hardly anyone in Seattle uses a Vespa so we got a lot of attention.
"We here"- Clem
"Damn, you got a reservation and everything? This must be really important" -me
"Aiight homie, let's eat" - Clem
We both get off the Vespa and walk into the Macrina Bakery. The place looks a lot more live than I remember. The smells of baked goods, bacon, eggs, and bread fill the air. We are greeted by this extremely attractive hostess who escorts us to our seat. After some playful chitchat she leaves us the menu. Little did I know this little get together was gonna turn into one of the most hectic weeks of my life. It all started when Clem asked:
"Man, you remember when you were a kid?"