On a very sunny afternoon we went for a walk in the adjacent park. On a whim we called at the restaurant/bar and had a coffee. Reading the menu I noticed a large selection of different breakfast combinations. I thought, Hmmm... worth remembering...
A week later after a brief early visit to a nearby hospital (merely routine), I decided to call in for one of those breakfasts. It was ten o'clock and I was starving after my 12 hr. fast. The door was locked.
The guy at the other side said (in pidgin sign language) that they didn't open each day until 12. What price breakfast at noon?
Not to be defeated, I went on a sunny lunchtime and tried again. This time I got the breakfast! When it arrived it was large and looked sumptuous apart from the grease on the plate. That doesn't usually bother me but this grease was overcooked, as were the mushrooms, the busted eggs and the sausages.
As we walked away, the smell of the burnt grease followed us across the park like a fetid breath.
I think that prior to the cremation, or to be more fair, the holding of the aforementioned ingredients at a high temperature for a prolonged period while waiting for a customer, the quality of said ingredients would probably have been high enough to merit a mention.
Sorry Dam House. You have a beautiful location, especially when it's sunny, but my breakfast ensured that I am still searching for that perfect combination of aesthetic surroundings and good quality, well cooked food.
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