We bravely set out as early as possible on a Saturday morning (around 11am) to Stokes Croft so I can buy myself a new guitar - suffice to say, this is not a common occurence. But if we’re going up all that way, we might as well make a morning of it and get breakfast somewhere. There are many options, but we are gamblers and decide to see what happens if we chance our arm at The Crafty Egg, known for its interminable brunch queues. Luckily, as we are just two of us, we skip past the large (and now pissed off) large group of presumed students who have been clearly waiting some time. I am going hard today - straight into a massive chocolate milkshake and a “Meaty Poutine”. They do, bless them, try to garnish it with a few chives and miscellaneous green stems, but that’s very much trying to make the essay longer by changing the margins. Sausage, bacon, cheese, fried eggs, and a homemade brown sauce get thrown together into a skillet with some roast potatoes, with a side dish of just gravy. It’s all a lot, and I do not finish because I can feel my arteries close in on themselves. The potatoes aren’t quite cooked enough, which makes it a bit tough to get through, but the condiments of the sauce and the gravy are wonderful.