Lost in Prahran

I was forced to lunch alone today and feeling in need of a familiar feast, I headed directly to Williamson’s pie shop – a purveyor of pies, pasty’s and cakes which I hold in some regard.
Williamson’s menu is quite a lengthy affair but today I acted with great decisiveness and swiftly ordered the Steak and Pepper pie. After yesterdays catastrophe I was feeling cautious, and fortunately the S and P did not disappoint, with its unctuous yet piquant filling and satisfyingly dense crust. But the problem with a pie is that one is never quite enough… Rich? Yes. Hearty? Undoubtedly! But filling? Well… hardly. Two pies would be filling, but it seemed likely that this course of action would shroud my afternoon in a sort of nauseous stupor. What to do? Idly staring out of the pie-shop window I considered my options. Fruit? Hardly comfort food. Instead I headed back the counter and purchased a Pecan Tart which I chewed thoughtfully as I wandered back to work. Unremarkable but satisfying would be an adequate summary of this little morsel.
Despite my pleasant repast, I found my lunchbreak pervaded by a gloomy sensation and ambled back to my desk feeling rather downtrodden… perhaps Friday’s midday sojourn will be a more upbeat affair.