Like most Lost fans, this final season has been pretty terrible to watch. It’s so bad, my priorities get thrown WAY out of wack on Tuesday nights.

No wait, that’s not right! BAD DREW. Where is that…  oh right.

Okay, that’s better. Good dad.

These were scrawled in a small notebook piece of paper I was holding in my hand as I attempted to remember specific directions to The Whisky Shop. They were recommendations, written by the cafe owner I had just bought the “Full English Breakfast” from (complete with complimentary coffee) at The Habit Cafe, a small cafe I stumbled into specifically for that breakfast offer. Whisky was the man’s “second passion” he told me. I not only did not find out his first passion, but I did not even get the man’s name.

Bad traveller, BAD!

I woke up as early as I could manage that morning and made for King’s Cross station to York. A lovely and smallish place with a bustling shop area downtown, I was charmed by York, but with next to zero space to hold anything whatsoever, there really wasn’t much shopping to be done. Instead, I made it my mission to find The Whisky Shop, a place I had read about the day before. As mentioned above (And in the video below) I was aided in this by the man who sold me my late breakfast.

Regarding the Full English Breakfast: I like it in theory, but the truth is, in my opinion there are too many disparate flavors on the plate, and I pretty much always leave the experience dissappointed. I think that British food is largely underrated, but at least for me, the standard breakfast is somewhat overrated.

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