Breakfast Around The World; Mother Nature's Forlorn Pleas

 Earthquakes off the east coast of Honshu, Japan - Friday March 11, 2011 by Micah Frank 

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Soft lighting and cushy sofas, wooden planks and honey-gather lamps, throw in some cosy corners, this restaurant really appeals to the mat in me (i.e. cosy corners) and gives off the vibes of an European cottage in the middle of the valley with fields of wonderweiss or something. And the perfect place to have a birthday brunch for our minah on the house, Adlin Ismail.

Not sure what to eat? Ask the friendly staff for recommendations and if you want some visual graphics, head over to the counter and feast your eyes at the delectable array of all-day breakfast sets from the ipads on the counter.

The Scandinavian breakfast set sounds really good with Norwegian salmon fillet, eggs and stewed vegetables but it will take 20 minutes for the chef to prepare the dish (probably went to Norway to fish for salmon in a fjord) and Adlin, Rachel and I are ravenous pigs like that so we ordered the Californian, Mexican and Yemeni respectively. The portions here are really huge and hearty. The Californian is like they scrambled a brachiosaurus egg on top of the ciabatta because it's really huge. The Mexican burrito is cut cleanly into half and it's larger than a 6 inch, stuffed with again aubergines, brachiosaurus eggs, cheese and lots of beans. The Yemeni looks the smallest of them all. Kind of a bummer actually because it looks like roti prata but it is the best roti prata I've ever tasted. Not too crispy or too chewy, just the right consistency. The roti prata thingie goes really well with the sun-dried tomato, coriander chilli dip and stewed tomatoes and zucchinis.

Most of the stuff here contains pork here which fazed both Adlin and I because we are pious Muslims like that. Like the Canadian set. It sounds really good; pancakes drizzled with maple syrup served with berry compote and, bacon. ):

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p.s. Hooters toilets contain soft-porn. The walls of the male toilets is covered with pictures of scantily-clad women and vice-versa for the females. Really awkward if you're gay or you get a boner from looking at those really sensual images. And the Hooter girls might try to sell you their merchandise like the Hooters calendars if you fit into the criteria of their potential customers i.e. bears of men clad in biker jackets driving a Harley Davidson with a permanent beer moustache. They didn't ask me. );