It is truly unfortunate. And breakfast is one more indication of such a tragic reality. Nothing around here is even close to FAB on Forbes, Single Origins on Reservoir or Lumiere on Bourke.
So nothing else than simple domestic attempts are all what can make the early hours of the day manageable and digestive.
We do have a number of Mud dishes, which try to infuse a little bit of the former Aussie flavours of life.
Weekends usually incorporate a more dedicated effort, often leaded by no other than Lynn, and bacon or eggs can join this primary equation...
However, the norm often happens to be our Mariage tea, usually Prince Igor or Bolero, fruit and some sort of baked good, introduced by a fast shot of kefir.
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