I woke up practically drunk. So I needed to do something about this self inflicted hangover. The Brite Spot is the only place that I know of where I can put Louisiana Hot links in my eggs Benedict. I decided to fulfill this desire. I drove over there, listening to Ziggy Stardust. Entering the Brite Spot, "Changes" was playing through their sound system. I chuckled to myself that the David Bowie soundtrack is continuous in my life. The waitress had me sit at the bar area. I had a front row seat to satiate my food voyeurism, watching the cook, the waitresses, & bus boys hold down the fort. One of the waitresses began speaking to me saying that it's slow for a Saturday & how they only have one cook, as the other cut his finger. They all seemed to be overwhelmed by this and did their best to smile. I began listening to the guys speak to each other in Spanish and I imagined how truly foreign this sounds to people who don't know it. A different waitress approached me and asked if I was a journalist, possibly afraid I might be a food critic. I laughed and said no, I'm enjoying watching everything. She said that it's the best theatre. The eggs Benedict were so good and this time, and I chose the fruit bowl in lieu of the usual potatoes. I realized I might have made things easier for the lone cook, in that he had one less thing to heat up. My waitress, possibly a mind reader, put a bottle of Chulula in front of me. I continued to watch all these people while eating my breakfast, hustling around the area, with plates of perfectly prepared food that flashed under camera ready lighting, moving trays filled with prepared scooped butter that looked a lot like mini vanilla ice creams, & laughing together when the cook dropped a plate. Before I knew it, I reached my full limit. I asked my waitress for a box for my fruit and she handed me a Chinese take out box. I laughed at this, and she sheepishly said "That's all we have!" but I was laughing as it just added to the experience. When I left, I told the waitress who assumed I was a journalist that this is the best place to come to for a hangover. She laughed and said that it is. I noticed she had a flower of life as a charm on her necklace. I love that place, it's pretty cool and quirky. May 19 2012