As a grotesque, the Bland is part of the lineal heritage, famous in the 1960s. The Bland is keen to bring a more human trait to its design, compared to a classic grotesque font. It features an angulation work in the counters that is found in the points. Its cut brings rhythm to its organic, almost floral movement, which contrasts with an oblique cut and creates a tension. Its square or round punctuation balances with organic or straight characters. This contrast reflects its laissez-faire attitude, its desire to be invisible in the crowd. It gets its name from its ability to remain innocuous and without relief so that the letter fades away and lets the text take on its full meaning.
The bell hanging from the door chimed. Jeff looked up from the counter. It was a middle-aged man with a suede jacket, dark pants and a black cap that seemed to be worn to hide his face. The man stopped once he was inside and looked around. He then chose a booth near the front window on the left and sat down. Jeff dried his hands on his kitchen towel, grabbed a menu, a coffee pot that he just made and walked around the counter, towards the new customer. “Coffee?” he asked, and poured it in the cup that was on the table after the man nodded. He put the menu on the table next to the man, “I’ll give you a minute”. Jeff walked back behind the counter and put the coffee pot back in its place. “I’ll have the breakfast special!” yelled the man without looking up from the menu. “How would you like your eggs?” asked Jeff while turning on his pan. “Sunny-side up”, answered the man. Jeff took strips of bacon from the fridge and put them on the pan. Jeff always liked when he was able to put the bacon on the pan before it was too hot, as the bacon didn’t crinkle as much as on a hot pan. While the bacon started to fry, Jeff took a clean plate and put it in front of him. He then took two eggs from the fridge, cracked each of them with one hand and carefully let the inside fall on the hot pan. Salt, pepper and a little of paprika to seasoned the eggs, and then flip the bacon. Jeff knew this choreography by heart. He then took the ladle from the bowl with the pancake batter and poured two pancakes on the pan. The sound from the sizzling ingredients on the pan broke the silence that was reigning in the diner. While it was still early in the morning, the heat was already pretty high. Still, the man did not take his suede jacket off. His hands in front of him on the table, he was looking through the window on his left. He was starting to smell the bacon frying and took a sip from his coffee to rinse his mouth that started watering. The street he was looking at was quiet. Jeff could feel the sweat forming on his forehead and used his kitchen towel to dry it off. He flipped the pancakes and put the batter in the fridge. With this heat, he was not going to leave it on the counter. Especially if there was no other customer about to order pancakes. He grabbed the clean plate that he had put in front of him, put the two pancakes on it, the two sunny-side up eggs and both strips of bacon. He then sliced a small square of butter and put it on the top of the pancakes. He grabbed the maple syrup dispenser and walked to his customer’s table. “Here you are”, Jeff said while sliding the plate in front of the man. He put the syrup dispenser on the table, “Enjoy!”. The man nodded and grabbed a fork and a knife from the cup holding the dinnerware on his side near the window. He took the syrup dispenser and generously poured the liquid on his whole plate. The man took his first bite and the sweet taste of maple syrup filled his mouth. A breakfast that good could only mean he was going to have a nice day, thought the man to himself. How could people in other countries eat just a few slices of bread with ham and cheese, or fish and rice or even soup. He could never understand. The clap of the oven door interrupted him in his thoughts. Pretty soon he could smell the blueberry pie that Jeff had just put on the counter to cool. “I’ll have a slice of that blueberry pie to go” the man said, slightly turning his head toward Jeff.
The bell hanging from the door chimed. Jeff looked up from the counter. It was a middle-aged man with a suede jacket, dark pants and a black cap that seemed to be worn to hide his face. The man stopped once he was inside and looked around. He then chose a booth near the front window on the left and sat down. Jeff dried his hands on his kitchen towel, grabbed a menu, a coffee pot that he just made and walked around the counter, towards the new customer. “Coffee?” he asked, and poured it in the cup that was on the table after the man nodded. He put the menu on the table next to the man, “I’ll give you a minute”. Jeff walked back behind the counter and put the coffee pot back in its place. “I’ll have the breakfast special!” yelled the man without looking up from the menu. “How would you like your eggs?” asked Jeff while turning on his pan. “Sunny-side up”, answered the man. Jeff took strips of bacon from the fridge and put them on the pan. Jeff always liked when he was able to put the bacon on the pan before it was too hot, as the bacon didn’t crinkle as much as on a hot pan. While the bacon started to fry, Jeff took a clean plate and put it in front of him. He then took two eggs from the fridge, cracked each of them with one hand and carefully let the inside fall on the hot pan. Salt, pepper and a little of paprika to seasoned the eggs, and then flip the bacon. Jeff knew this choreography by heart. He then took the ladle from the bowl with the pancake batter and poured two pancakes on the pan. The sound from the sizzling ingredients on the pan broke the silence that was reigning in the diner. While it was still early in the morning, the heat was already pretty high. Still, the man did not take his suede jacket off. His hands in front of him on the table, he was looking through the window on his left. He was starting to smell the bacon frying and took a sip from his coffee to rinse his mouth that started watering. The street he was looking at was quiet. Jeff could feel the sweat forming on his forehead and used his kitchen towel to dry it off. He flipped the pancakes and put the batter in the fridge. With this heat, he was not going to leave it on the counter. Especially if there was no other customer about to order pancakes. He grabbed the clean plate that he had put in front of him, put the two pancakes on it, the two sunny-side up eggs and both strips of bacon. He then sliced a small square of butter and put it on the top of the pancakes. He grabbed the maple syrup dispenser and walked to his customer’s table. “Here you are”, Jeff said while sliding the plate in front of the man. He put the syrup dispenser on the table, “Enjoy!”. The man nodded and grabbed a fork and a knife from the cup holding the dinnerware on his side near the window. He took the syrup dispenser and generously poured the liquid on his whole plate. The man took his first bite and the sweet taste of maple syrup filled his mouth. A breakfast that good could only mean he was going to have a nice day, thought the man to himself. How could people in other countries eat just a few slices of bread with ham and cheese, or fish and rice or even soup. He could never understand. The clap of the oven door interrupted him in his thoughts. Pretty soon he could smell the blueberry pie that Jeff had just put on the counter to cool. “I’ll have a slice of that blueberry pie to go” the man said, slightly turning his head toward Jeff.
The bell hanging from the door chimed. Jeff looked up from the counter. It was a middle-aged man with a suede jacket, dark pants and a black cap that seemed to be worn to hide his face. The man stopped once he was inside and looked around. He then chose a booth near the front window on the left and sat down. Jeff dried his hands on his kitchen towel, grabbed a menu, a coffee pot that he just made and walked around the counter, towards the new customer. “Coffee?” he asked, and poured it in the cup that was on the table after the man nodded. He put the menu on the table next to the man, “I’ll give you a minute”. Jeff walked back behind the counter and put the coffee pot back in its place. “I’ll have the breakfast special!” yelled the man without looking up from the menu. “How would you like your eggs?” asked Jeff while turning on his pan. “Sunny-side up”, answered the man. Jeff took strips of bacon from the fridge and put them on the pan. Jeff always liked when he was able to put the bacon on the pan before it was too hot, as the bacon didn’t crinkle as much as on a hot pan. While the bacon started to fry, Jeff took a clean plate and put it in front of him. He then took two eggs from the fridge, cracked each of them with one hand and carefully let the inside fall on the hot pan. Salt, pepper and a little of paprika to seasoned the eggs, and then flip the bacon. Jeff knew this choreography by heart. He then took the ladle from the bowl with the pancake batter and poured two pancakes on the pan. The sound from the sizzling ingredients on the pan broke the silence that was reigning in the diner. While it was still early in the morning, the heat was already pretty high. Still, the man did not take his suede jacket off. His hands in front of him on the table, he was looking through the window on his left. He was starting to smell the bacon frying and took a sip from his coffee to rinse his mouth that started watering. The street he was looking at was quiet. Jeff could feel the sweat forming on his forehead and used his kitchen towel to dry it off. He flipped the pancakes and put the batter in the fridge. With this heat, he was not going to leave it on the counter. Especially if there was no other customer about to order pancakes. He grabbed the clean plate that he had put in front of him, put the two pancakes on it, the two sunny-side up eggs and both strips of bacon. He then sliced a small square of butter and put it on the top of the pancakes. He grabbed the maple syrup dispenser and walked to his customer’s table. “Here you are”, Jeff said while sliding the plate in front of the man. He put the syrup dispenser on the table, “Enjoy!”. The man nodded and grabbed a fork and a knife from the cup holding the dinnerware on his side near the window. He took the syrup dispenser and generously poured the liquid on his whole plate. The man took his first bite and the sweet taste of maple syrup filled his mouth. A breakfast that good could only mean he was going to have a nice day, thought the man to himself. How could people in other countries eat just a few slices of bread with ham and cheese, or fish and rice or even soup. He could never understand. The clap of the oven door interrupted him in his thoughts. Pretty soon he could smell the blueberry pie that Jeff had just put on the counter to cool. “I’ll have a slice of that blueberry pie to go” the man said, slightly turning his head toward Jeff.
The bell hanging from the door chimed. Jeff looked up from the counter. It was a middle-aged man with a suede jacket, dark pants and a black cap that seemed to be worn to hide his face. The man stopped once he was inside and looked around. He then chose a booth near the front window on the left and sat down. Jeff dried his hands on his kitchen towel, grabbed a menu, a coffee pot that he just made and walked around the counter, towards the new customer. “Coffee?” he asked, and poured it in the cup that was on the table after the man nodded. He put the menu on the table next to the man, “I’ll give you a minute”. Jeff walked back behind the counter and put the coffee pot back in its place. “I’ll have the breakfast special!” yelled the man without looking up from the menu. “How would you like your eggs?” asked Jeff while turning on his pan. “Sunny-side up”, answered the man. Jeff took strips of bacon from the fridge and put them on the pan. Jeff always liked when he was able to put the bacon on the pan before it was too hot, as the bacon didn’t crinkle as much as on a hot pan. While the bacon started to fry, Jeff took a clean plate and put it in front of him. He then took two eggs from the fridge, cracked each of them with one hand and carefully let the inside fall on the hot pan. Salt, pepper and a little of paprika to seasoned the eggs, and then flip the bacon. Jeff knew this choreography by heart. He then took the ladle from the bowl with the pancake batter and poured two pancakes on the pan. The sound from the sizzling ingredients on the pan broke the silence that was reigning in the diner. While it was still early in the morning, the heat was already pretty high. Still, the man did not take his suede jacket off. His hands in front of him on the table, he was looking through the window on his left. He was starting to smell the bacon frying and took a sip from his coffee to rinse his mouth that started watering. The street he was looking at was quiet. Jeff could feel the sweat forming on his forehead and used his kitchen towel to dry it off. He flipped the pancakes and put the batter in the fridge. With this heat, he was not going to leave it on the counter. Especially if there was no other customer about to order pancakes. He grabbed the clean plate that he had put in front of him, put the two pancakes on it, the two sunny-side up eggs and both strips of bacon. He then sliced a small square of butter and put it on the top of the pancakes. He grabbed the maple syrup dispenser and walked to his customer’s table. “Here you are”, Jeff said while sliding the plate in front of the man. He put the syrup dispenser on the table, “Enjoy!”. The man nodded and grabbed a fork and a knife from the cup holding the dinnerware on his side near the window. He took the syrup dispenser and generously poured the liquid on his whole plate. The man took his first bite and the sweet taste of maple syrup filled his mouth. A breakfast that good could only mean he was going to have a nice day, thought the man to himself. How could people in other countries eat just a few slices of bread with ham and cheese, or fish and rice or even soup. He could never understand. The clap of the oven door interrupted him in his thoughts. Pretty soon he could smell the blueberry pie that Jeff had just put on the counter to cool. “I’ll have a slice of that blueberry pie to go” the man said, slightly turning his head toward Jeff.
The bell hanging from the door chimed. Jeff looked up from the counter. It was a middle-aged man with a suede jacket, dark pants and a black cap that seemed to be worn to hide his face. The man stopped once he was inside and looked around. He then chose a booth near the front window on the left and sat down. Jeff dried his hands on his kitchen towel, grabbed a menu, a coffee pot that he just made and walked around the counter, towards the new customer. “Coffee?” he asked, and poured it in the cup that was on the table after the man nodded. He put the menu on the table next to the man, “I’ll give you a minute”. Jeff walked back behind the counter and put the coffee pot back in its place. “I’ll have the breakfast special!” yelled the man without looking up from the menu. “How would you like your eggs?” asked Jeff while turning on his pan. “Sunny-side up”, answered the man. Jeff took strips of bacon from the fridge and put them on the pan. Jeff always liked when he was able to put the bacon on the pan before it was too hot, as the bacon didn’t crinkle as much as on a hot pan. While the bacon started to fry, Jeff took a clean plate and put it in front of him. He then took two eggs from the fridge, cracked each of them with one hand and carefully let the inside fall on the hot pan. Salt, pepper and a little of paprika to seasoned the eggs, and then flip the bacon. Jeff knew this choreography by heart. He then took the ladle from the bowl with the pancake batter and poured two pancakes on the pan. The sound from the sizzling ingredients on the pan broke the silence that was reigning in the diner. While it was still early in the morning, the heat was already pretty high. Still, the man did not take his suede jacket off. His hands in front of him on the table, he was looking through the window on his left. He was starting to smell the bacon frying and took a sip from his coffee to rinse his mouth that started watering. The street he was looking at was quiet. Jeff could feel the sweat forming on his forehead and used his kitchen towel to dry it off. He flipped the pancakes and put the batter in the fridge. With this heat, he was not going to leave it on the counter. Especially if there was no other customer about to order pancakes. He grabbed the clean plate that he had put in front of him, put the two pancakes on it, the two sunny-side up eggs and both strips of bacon. He then sliced a small square of butter and put it on the top of the pancakes. He grabbed the maple syrup dispenser and walked to his customer’s table. “Here you are”, Jeff said while sliding the plate in front of the man. He put the syrup dispenser on the table, “Enjoy!”. The man nodded and grabbed a fork and a knife from the cup holding the dinnerware on his side near the window. He took the syrup dispenser and generously poured the liquid on his whole plate. The man took his first bite and the sweet taste of maple syrup filled his mouth. A breakfast that good could only mean he was going to have a nice day, thought the man to himself. How could people in other countries eat just a few slices of bread with ham and cheese, or fish and rice or even soup. He could never understand. The clap of the oven door interrupted him in his thoughts. Pretty soon he could smell the blueberry pie that Jeff had just put on the counter to cool. “I’ll have a slice of that blueberry pie to go” the man said, slightly turning his head toward Jeff.
The bell hanging from the door chimed. Jeff looked up from the counter. It was a middle-aged man with a suede jacket, dark pants and a black cap that seemed to be worn to hide his face. The man stopped once he was inside and looked around. He then chose a booth near the front window on the left and sat down. Jeff dried his hands on his kitchen towel, grabbed a menu, a coffee pot that he just made and walked around the counter, towards the new customer. “Coffee?” he asked, and poured it in the cup that was on the table after the man nodded. He put the menu on the table next to the man, “I’ll give you a minute”. Jeff walked back behind the counter and put the coffee pot back in its place. “I’ll have the breakfast special!” yelled the man without looking up from the menu. “How would you like your eggs?” asked Jeff while turning on his pan. “Sunny-side up”, answered the man. Jeff took strips of bacon from the fridge and put them on the pan. Jeff always liked when he was able to put the bacon on the pan before it was too hot, as the bacon didn’t crinkle as much as on a hot pan. While the bacon started to fry, Jeff took a clean plate and put it in front of him. He then took two eggs from the fridge, cracked each of them with one hand and carefully let the inside fall on the hot pan. Salt, pepper and a little of paprika to seasoned the eggs, and then flip the bacon. Jeff knew this choreography by heart. He then took the ladle from the bowl with the pancake batter and poured two pancakes on the pan. The sound from the sizzling ingredients on the pan broke the silence that was reigning in the diner. While it was still early in the morning, the heat was already pretty high. Still, the man did not take his suede jacket off. His hands in front of him on the table, he was looking through the window on his left. He was starting to smell the bacon frying and took a sip from his coffee to rinse his mouth that started watering. The street he was looking at was quiet. Jeff could feel the sweat forming on his forehead and used his kitchen towel to dry it off. He flipped the pancakes and put the batter in the fridge. With this heat, he was not going to leave it on the counter. Especially if there was no other customer about to order pancakes. He grabbed the clean plate that he had put in front of him, put the two pancakes on it, the two sunny-side up eggs and both strips of bacon. He then sliced a small square of butter and put it on the top of the pancakes. He grabbed the maple syrup dispenser and walked to his customer’s table. “Here you are”, Jeff said while sliding the plate in front of the man. He put the syrup dispenser on the table, “Enjoy!”. The man nodded and grabbed a fork and a knife from the cup holding the dinnerware on his side near the window. He took the syrup dispenser and generously poured the liquid on his whole plate. The man took his first bite and the sweet taste of maple syrup filled his mouth. A breakfast that good could only mean he was going to have a nice day, thought the man to himself. How could people in other countries eat just a few slices of bread with ham and cheese, or fish and rice or even soup. He could never understand. The clap of the oven door interrupted him in his thoughts. Pretty soon he could smell the blueberry pie that Jeff had just put on the counter to cool. “I’ll have a slice of that blueberry pie to go” the man said, slightly turning his head toward Jeff.
The bell hanging from the door chimed. Jeff looked up from the counter. It was a middle-aged man with a suede jacket, dark pants and a black cap that seemed to be worn to hide his face. The man stopped once he was inside and looked around. He then chose a booth near the front window on the left and sat down. Jeff dried his hands on his kitchen towel, grabbed a menu, a coffee pot that he just made and walked around the counter, towards the new customer. “Coffee?” he asked, and poured it in the cup that was on the table after the man nodded. He put the menu on the table next to the man, “I’ll give you a minute”. Jeff walked back behind the counter and put the coffee pot back in its place. “I’ll have the breakfast special!” yelled the man without looking up from the menu. “How would you like your eggs?” asked Jeff while turning on his pan. “Sunny-side up”, answered the man. Jeff took strips of bacon from the fridge and put them on the pan. Jeff always liked when he was able to put the bacon on the pan before it was too hot, as the bacon didn’t crinkle as much as on a hot pan. While the bacon started to fry, Jeff took a clean plate and put it in front of him. He then took two eggs from the fridge, cracked each of them with one hand and carefully let the inside fall on the hot pan. Salt, pepper and a little of paprika to seasoned the eggs, and then flip the bacon. Jeff knew this choreography by heart. He then took the ladle from the bowl with the pancake batter and poured two pancakes on the pan. The sound from the sizzling ingredients on the pan broke the silence that was reigning in the diner. While it was still early in the morning, the heat was already pretty high. Still, the man did not take his suede jacket off. His hands in front of him on the table, he was looking through the window on his left. He was starting to smell the bacon frying and took a sip from his coffee to rinse his mouth that started watering. The street he was looking at was quiet. Jeff could feel the sweat forming on his forehead and used his kitchen towel to dry it off. He flipped the pancakes and put the batter in the fridge. With this heat, he was not going to leave it on the counter. Especially if there was no other customer about to order pancakes. He grabbed the clean plate that he had put in front of him, put the two pancakes on it, the two sunny-side up eggs and both strips of bacon. He then sliced a small square of butter and put it on the top of the pancakes. He grabbed the maple syrup dispenser and walked to his customer’s table. “Here you are”, Jeff said while sliding the plate in front of the man. He put the syrup dispenser on the table, “Enjoy!”. The man nodded and grabbed a fork and a knife from the cup holding the dinnerware on his side near the window. He took the syrup dispenser and generously poured the liquid on his whole plate. The man took his first bite and the sweet taste of maple syrup filled his mouth. A breakfast that good could only mean he was going to have a nice day, thought the man to himself. How could people in other countries eat just a few slices of bread with ham and cheese, or fish and rice or even soup. He could never understand. The clap of the oven door interrupted him in his thoughts. Pretty soon he could smell the blueberry pie that Jeff had just put on the counter to cool. “I’ll have a slice of that blueberry pie to go” the man said, slightly turning his head toward Jeff.
The bell hanging from the door chimed. Jeff looked up from the counter. It was a middle-aged man with a suede jacket, dark pants and a black cap that seemed to be worn to hide his face. The man stopped once he was inside and looked around. He then chose a booth near the front window on the left and sat down. Jeff dried his hands on his kitchen towel, grabbed a menu, a coffee pot that he just made and walked around the counter, towards the new customer. “Coffee?” he asked, and poured it in the cup that was on the table after the man nodded. He put the menu on the table next to the man, “I’ll give you a minute”. Jeff walked back behind the counter and put the coffee pot back in its place. “I’ll have the breakfast special!” yelled the man without looking up from the menu. “How would you like your eggs?” asked Jeff while turning on his pan. “Sunny-side up”, answered the man. Jeff took strips of bacon from the fridge and put them on the pan. Jeff always liked when he was able to put the bacon on the pan before it was too hot, as the bacon didn’t crinkle as much as on a hot pan. While the bacon started to fry, Jeff took a clean plate and put it in front of him. He then took two eggs from the fridge, cracked each of them with one hand and carefully let the inside fall on the hot pan. Salt, pepper and a little of paprika to seasoned the eggs, and then flip the bacon. Jeff knew this choreography by heart. He then took the ladle from the bowl with the pancake batter and poured two pancakes on the pan. The sound from the sizzling ingredients on the pan broke the silence that was reigning in the diner. While it was still early in the morning, the heat was already pretty high. Still, the man did not take his suede jacket off. His hands in front of him on the table, he was looking through the window on his left. He was starting to smell the bacon frying and took a sip from his coffee to rinse his mouth that started watering. The street he was looking at was quiet. Jeff could feel the sweat forming on his forehead and used his kitchen towel to dry it off. He flipped the pancakes and put the batter in the fridge. With this heat, he was not going to leave it on the counter. Especially if there was no other customer about to order pancakes. He grabbed the clean plate that he had put in front of him, put the two pancakes on it, the two sunny-side up eggs and both strips of bacon. He then sliced a small square of butter and put it on the top of the pancakes. He grabbed the maple syrup dispenser and walked to his customer’s table. “Here you are”, Jeff said while sliding the plate in front of the man. He put the syrup dispenser on the table, “Enjoy!”. The man nodded and grabbed a fork and a knife from the cup holding the dinnerware on his side near the window. He took the syrup dispenser and generously poured the liquid on his whole plate. The man took his first bite and the sweet taste of maple syrup filled his mouth. A breakfast that good could only mean he was going to have a nice day, thought the man to himself. How could people in other countries eat just a few slices of bread with ham and cheese, or fish and rice or even soup. He could never understand. The clap of the oven door interrupted him in his thoughts. Pretty soon he could smell the blueberry pie that Jeff had just put on the counter to cool. “I’ll have a slice of that blueberry pie to go” the man said, slightly turning his head toward Jeff.
The bell hanging from the door chimed. Jeff looked up from the counter. It was a middle-aged man with a suede jacket, dark pants and a black cap that seemed to be worn to hide his face. The man stopped once he was inside and looked around. He then chose a booth near the front window on the left and sat down. Jeff dried his hands on his kitchen towel, grabbed a menu, a coffee pot that he just made and walked around the counter, towards the new customer. “Coffee?” he asked, and poured it in the cup that was on the table after the man nodded. He put the menu on the table next to the man, “I’ll give you a minute”. Jeff walked back behind the counter and put the coffee pot back in its place. “I’ll have the breakfast special!” yelled the man without looking up from the menu. “How would you like your eggs?” asked Jeff while turning on his pan. “Sunny-side up”, answered the man. Jeff took strips of bacon from the fridge and put them on the pan. Jeff always liked when he was able to put the bacon on the pan before it was too hot, as the bacon didn’t crinkle as much as on a hot pan. While the bacon started to fry, Jeff took a clean plate and put it in front of him. He then took two eggs from the fridge, cracked each of them with one hand and carefully let the inside fall on the hot pan. Salt, pepper and a little of paprika to seasoned the eggs, and then flip the bacon. Jeff knew this choreography by heart. He then took the ladle from the bowl with the pancake batter and poured two pancakes on the pan. The sound from the sizzling ingredients on the pan broke the silence that was reigning in the diner. While it was still early in the morning, the heat was already pretty high. Still, the man did not take his suede jacket off. His hands in front of him on the table, he was looking through the window on his left. He was starting to smell the bacon frying and took a sip from his coffee to rinse his mouth that started watering. The street he was looking at was quiet. Jeff could feel the sweat forming on his forehead and used his kitchen towel to dry it off. He flipped the pancakes and put the batter in the fridge. With this heat, he was not going to leave it on the counter. Especially if there was no other customer about to order pancakes. He grabbed the clean plate that he had put in front of him, put the two pancakes on it, the two sunny-side up eggs and both strips of bacon. He then sliced a small square of butter and put it on the top of the pancakes. He grabbed the maple syrup dispenser and walked to his customer’s table. “Here you are”, Jeff said while sliding the plate in front of the man. He put the syrup dispenser on the table, “Enjoy!”. The man nodded and grabbed a fork and a knife from the cup holding the dinnerware on his side near the window. He took the syrup dispenser and generously poured the liquid on his whole plate. The man took his first bite and the sweet taste of maple syrup filled his mouth. A breakfast that good could only mean he was going to have a nice day, thought the man to himself. How could people in other countries eat just a few slices of bread with ham and cheese, or fish and rice or even soup. He could never understand. The clap of the oven door interrupted him in his thoughts. Pretty soon he could smell the blueberry pie that Jeff had just put on the counter to cool. “I’ll have a slice of that blueberry pie to go” the man said, slightly turning his head toward Jeff.
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