It might have been Valentines Day, but you'd be hard pressed finding a romantic bone in Hughesy's body. A romantic tendon, cartilage or portion of soft tissue, perhaps, but not a romantic bone.
Still, there's not much room for romanticism on a day where the schedule reads: breakfast, check out, transfer, flight, transfer, check in and sit around waiting for Ex-Housesitter and Sporty Bloke to make contact.
Not much room for romanticism after that, either, with the agenda running to beer, food and, eventually sleep and the addition of Ex-Housesitter's Japanese mother to the party.
We could have stayed at the Travelodge for breakfast, making a right hand turn in the lobby and heading around the corner, but Madam wanted something lighter, so we tracked towards the CBD along Goulburn Street instead.
You can be pretty confident of finding something in the breakfast line in an area where there are thousands of inbound office workers coming off a commute, so I was confident we'd find something, and the nature of the something depended on what took Madam's fancy.
We looked at the cafe associated with the nearby Vibe Hotel, where her option would have been sourdough and jam, and mine would have been Eggs Benedict with salmon, but the sourdough didn't really appeal that much.
Not an overly romantic option either.
While Hughesy might lack the romantic element in the corporeal sphere, there's a sense of diplomacy that made me disinclined to express anything resembling a desire for Eggs Benedict.
We looked at a bakery place that has a lengthy queue of office workers who were either after takeaways or waiting for a table, and the latter factor ruled that one out. I guess we could have grabbed something to take away ourselves, but it's not like we were running out of options.
In fact, we'd barely begun exploring the possibilities, and we were only looking for one.
Possibility, that is.
e took a detour to investigate something Madam had sighted from the airport shuttle the previous afternoon, and when that drew a blank I suggested we head into World Square, where there was bound to be something. A quicks quiz at the floor map pointed us towards Sourdough Panini Bakery and Bar, which turned out to be exactly what the practitioner prescribed.
Madam was headed for the sourdough until she spotted an attractive muffin, and I thought a bacon and egg panini would more than likely get me through the day.