It’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve seen the film so I really cannot reliably recall how the proposal of having breakfast at Tiffany’s was first imagined. And simply don’t have it in me to look it up. So let’s stick with the fertile soils of imagination land because that’s always so much more fun. Yes it is. Is it because it’s such an exotic and luxurious location? That’s not a rhetorical question – I am literally going to sit here until you tell me for sure so that I can completely ignore your fact and go off on a total tangent. Thanking you.
As far as I am aware (and we all know quite how limited that particular knowledge set is), Tiffany’s aren’t exactly known for their breakfast catering facilities. I’m relatively sure that they’re all about hats. Or shoe buckles. I don’t think I actually care. Whatever it is they sell it’s not croissants or cereal.
This should of course be quite exciting news to you. Why? Oh let me tell you precisely for why in a way that absolutely won’t come across as padding. You’re going to have to showcase your trademark ingenuity with a slight shade of deviousness because you’re going to attempt to get food into an environment in which it doesn’t truly belong. And by using such a method that will allow you to have it there for long enough to devour it with gusto.
I’m sorry to say that a fry up is almost definitely out of the question. The frying pan alone would probably attract too many dubious glances. In spite of your famous daring you should probably keep your foodstuff as something pretty discreet. Well, and this is in no way influenced by the free sample I was handed very recently indeed, how about some delicious breakfast biscuits? You can subtly chew whilst touring the shop floor pretending you might make a purchase. And go away and top it off with some marmalade for lunch.
Breakfast at Tiffany’s – Deep Blue Something