Brunching and Breaking Into Cars

I’ll tell you something you definitely shouldn’t do when you go out for brunch; you definitely shouldn’t lock yourself out of your car.

Simple, right?

Wrong.

It all happened as we pulled up to have brunch at a cute and popular breakfast/lunch spot in St. Louis called Rooster. I teetered out of the car to check the meter. The meter was broken. I couldn’t read the screen. I called to Scott to reverse into the spot behind, where the meter was bound to be working. He was busy fishing for loose change in the car. He came out to look at the meter in question and slammed the car door shut behind him.

But not before realising he’d already locked the doors with the keys still in the ignition (although with the car switched off, thank goodness) and his mobile phone on the dashboard.

So there we were, stood across the street from Rooster, our stomachs rumbling, and no way of calling the insurance company to send someone to bust open the door for us. We did what any self-respecting couple would do.

We went and had brunch.

The kind staff let us use their phone to call Scott’s Mum and get her to call the insurance company (after she’d stopped laughing) and we stared longingly out of the window at our car, with the keys hanging forlornly in the ignition.

Luckily, the brunch was damn good.


Scott ordered a Bloody Mary and I had an original Mimosa. They have some delicious bacon and blue cheese olives here that you can order along with your Bloody, so we scarfed down a couple of those as we waited for our food.

I had a savoury crepe filled with spicy chicken, fontina cheese and guacamole. The portion was quite small (for a growing girl like me, anyway), but as it was a brunch item, it wasn’t surprising.
Although the crepe was light and tasty, my favourite part of the dish was the seasoned mayonnaise that came as an accompaniment.

Once we’d finished up, we went and stood outside with the car and waited for the locksmith to turn up, looking not unlike a couple of high school delinquents.

Within ten minutes, we were back in the car and speeding away, slightly red-faced. We even had to go and get a malt shake from a dairy bar to make ourselves feel better.

But not before feeding the parking meter with the car unlocked.