Of course, once you get there, you realize what you imagined is not precisely what they said. Sure they had omelets, but they didn't tell you that the omelets were pre-cooked, pre-packaged, mass distributed concoctions that tasted like artificial goo.
The omelets looked perfectly fine sitting on the little platter under the heat lamp. If I hadn't been so preoccupied with how hungry I was and instead looked more closely at the surroundings I probably would have seen the early warning signs. When I cut a piece off the omelet I knew something was wrong, the cheese inside did not act like any sort of cheese I had ever met before, it oozed out in a orange trail and tried to mingle with my cinnamon roll.
I took two bites and then decided it was grotesque and completely not worth eating. But the biggest disappoint was they had no bacon. They had sausage instead. I don't like sausage.
So, today, I knew they would have to have scrambled eggs and bacon. I decided that I would get up early and eat a whole bunch of bacon before it was gone to make up for yesterday's lackluster and disappointing breakfast. But when I went downstairs, I found they did have bacon, but it didn't smell like regular bacon. It didn't taste like regular bacon either. I figured that it was just my brain playing tricks on me and I just needed to get used to it a little bit and stop comparing it to other bacon I had eaten before.
So I ate a couple slices. It still wasn't tasting better, so I buttered up some toast and ate the rest of my bacon in a sandwich. My dad told me to try some of the scrambled eggs. I picked up a small forkful and deposited it on my plate. It wiggled like congealed jelly and then slowly started to separate into various gruesome forms. I only had to take one small bite to realize these was not the eggs I knew and loved, but some sort of alien dish.
When I heard omelets and bacon, I thought of the homemade omelets I make for myself with extra sharp cheddar cheese and onions and fresh garlic. What I actually got was that conglomerate rip-off.
I guess the moral of the story is don't get your hopes up, or maybe it's don't eat eggs that resemble uncooked chicken fat.
~Song currently being played on my iPod:
Fading by Decyfer Down