Would you like to try out Mr. Thompson’s “breakfast of champions”?
If your answer is “Sure!”, then you should probably think twice. Really. 😀
Why think twice? Well, let’s just say that Hunter S. Thompson‘s breakfasting habits were just like the man himself: over the top and very… unique. So, wondering what’s the definition of breakfast, according to HST? Here it goes!
“Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert… Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music… All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.” – Hunter S. Thompson
I think I’ll stick to my old-fashioned (non-avant-gardist) breakfast: no bloody marys, no margaritas, no lines for dessert, no sunny outdoors, no clothes off.