A quick and fast post this time 😉 since tomorrow is the weekend already.
Also cos we only had one dish before I got distracted by the Sun paper and dragged Unka to hunt for the next location as featured in METRO ;p
(this one is next next post ok!)
Back to our brekkie; the picture above pretty much sums up the breakfast platter, with one fat pork sausage, crispy slightly charred bacon and fluffy buttermilk pancakes.
Let’s start with the bacon.
Smoky, charred and crispy. Nice streaky layers of fat and meat. This is good, really good.
The sausage, now that’s another level of “good” altogether. I am still salivating thinking and looking at this pic now.
Should I say awesome? Lip smacking delicious?
I don’t know.
It’s just so so good!!
Look at the sausage above..
& imagine this..
Taut, crisp casing.
Resistance….then………… the skin cracks.
Moist, sweet lava of meat juices burst into your mouth cavity.
Proceed to chew.
More juices, coupled with hot cheese and gritty smoky meat floods the sensory palate.
Savour & swallow with absolute satisfaction.
Note to oneself: I really need to know where they got their sausages from!
Having said all that, the rest of the platter wasn’t that drool-worthy. I find the scrambled eggs a bit overdone.
The coffee was generic.
And lastly, the pancakes failed to impress, it was a bit burnt at the sides and ain’t fluffy enough. I would say The Pink Sage does a better version.
Anyhow, Eve says the pancakes are meant to be that way. So I guess I will have to make a special request the next time I order their pancakes! No burnt edges for me please!