It surprises me that it took me three months into this calendar year to make it to a Boston Tea Party, a staple of the Bristol café scene. But at last, I was not pre-occupied for our tri-weekly team breakfast. I took the only appropriate option - The Boss Breakfast. A good and proper full English. My heresy on this front is that I would always rather have extra sausage in place of bacon, but there’s no field for that on the online ordering, so I make do. Ah well. The hash browns are unique in BTP - I’m not necessarily saying they’re better than in other places, but they are unmistakable and I appreciate that. I do not finish it, but that’s probably more down to the salted caramel milkshake I had alongside/before it, plus the knowledge that I was having a proper dinner out later that night anyway. But this more than satisfied me until then. It’s nice to have a BTP so close to the office, and I’m glad to be able to give my team the time - if not explicitly the money - to take some time to enjoy a breakfast there at the end of each sprint. If that’s not management, I don’t know what is.