went to the phoenix landing in central square this morning. it's a bar, you see. and yet there is breakfast to be had. why eat breakfast in a bar? because there are scores of people watching premiership soccer at 8 in the morning, shouting exhortations at their side, swearing at the refs as only the english dare, and eating a decidedly british-style morning meal, complete with a pint or three of you-know-what.
against my better judgment, i'll probably be back tomorrow for man u vs. spurs.