brekky at the flying pan

"Brekky" isn't a word I use very often, but in honor of my lovely Australian friend, April, "brekky" is what I ate this morning.

Jon, April and I wanted to get together sometime while they're both still in HK, and seeing as my afternoon was booked up with more tutoring (will it ever end?), we opted for breakfast at the Flying Pan. (On a side-note, the Flying Pan's mascot is a winged frying pan, but yes, it is very likely that the name is also an allusion to the r/l mix-up that plagues many Cantonese speakers.)

Here are Jon and April with their matching eggs benedict(s).
April and me. You can just barely see the edge of some of my bacon. So in case you were wondering, no, I haven't made the leap to full-fledged vegetarian yet...
I felt that it was necessary to devote an entire picture to our food. I think I could be happy living on breakfast food for the rest of my life... love it!
A couple times during the catching up and high school reminiscing, we questioned how it could possibly be 9 years since we graduated. My how time fries...