Good intentions - Organica Cafe

I am full of good intentions, I truly am. Healthier habits. Earlier walks. Lighter breakfasts. Tomorrow.

This morning, of course, it was raining — and even my dog refused the beach. So I congratulated myself on compromise: Organica, temple of green juice and activated virtue. Even reading the menu feels like biting into an organic apple.

I began nobly with an espresso and a juice of every fruit available. But then the woman at the next table received her French toast: buttery, crisp, fragrant with rhubarb and maple syrup.

No, of course not, I told myself. But to the waiter I said: Yes, please.

So there it was: a breakfast of one healthy juice and one guilty, golden, berry-crowned French toast.

Oh well. I’ll have a celery stick for lunch. Promise.