Hunter S. Thompson was quite the eclectic dude, but did you know that his favorite part of the day is breakfast? It’s easy to see why he loved the meal so much, especially due to his chaotic lifestyle where he was basically wasted 24/7 – he used breakfast as an anchor point, his connection to reality.
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 crêpes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef-hash with diced chilies, 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 the hot sun, and preferably stone naked.
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Kristian Ejlebæk Nielsen, a writer for MUNCHIES Denmark, a division of Vice, decided to recreate Thompson’s breakfast feast, and its absolutely worth the read. Unfortunately, as much as I would love to recreate the meal for myself, I can’t. Because I’m at work and I don’t think my bosses would approve me chugging four Bloody Marys at 2pm.
Featured Image via Honolulu Star-Bulletin Hawaii News.