Literary breakfast

hereI had coffee and a croissant for breakfast, in the company of a book. In Cold Blood by Truman Capote to be specific. I came across this line:

“Like Mr Clutter, the young man breakfasting in a cafe called the Little Jewel never drank coffee. He preferred root beer. Three aspirin, cold root beer and a chain of Pall Mall cigarettes – that was his notion of a proper ‘chow – down’.

That’ll putĀ hairs on your chest. Another great literary breakfast.