The owners of the Cereal Killer cafe in Brick Lane, London, have recently expanded to a new site in Camden Market.
To celebrate they held a morning rave, on Friday
Speaking at the start of the event, cafe owners Gary and Alan Keery told BuzzFeed about their hopes for the rave
"We're offering nostalgia here." the brothers said, "When you come in there's loads of stuff that will take you back to your childhood, and when you're a kid you love to dance and you do that without alcohol. It's like going back to that."
I arrived, ready for sugary cereal nostalgia to brighten my morning.
I could see the sugary cereal, I just couldn't get to it.
The mad raving hadn't really kicked off either.
All the cereal that was being offered was healthy: bowls full of nuts, raisins, and lies.
I ate five. It was free and there was no one there I wanted to talk to.
I decided to leave the dancing and the Vining and the Vining of people Vining, found a comfortable chair, and watched some cartoons.
There were also manicures and massages available for others not cut out for the 8am dance scene.
Eventually I found a non-journalist to talk to, and asked her why she came down.
"All the cereal," she said, sitting outside the venue. "I think it's a good way to start the day, good way to get out of bed and get the blood flowing."
Sensing my time as a morning raver was wrapping up, I made one last push to get the most out of the ten quid I paid to get in.
My followers attempted corruption.
I went with my colleague Patrick's suggestion.
I felt weirdly content with my morning. I felt proud for fitting so much in before I went to work. I'm functioning proof breakfast is the most important meal of the day.