I paused here during Pride to escape the rain, my hunger, and loud gay noises. Inside I met the worst omelette I've ever had. I suppose it was comeuppance for ordering something called "Meat Lovers."
Picture: an omelette wrapped like a taco around a kilo of shredded bacon, ham, and bashed up whole logs of sausage. I'm scarcely exaggerating. Does one not add these things to the omelette as it's cooking? Should not the meat be embedded in the fabric of my omelette -- not merely covering it up like a tea cozy? I don't think these are existential questions.
I had my yearly intake of sodium (and homosexuality) that day. I'll get something a little less meaty next time, and I'm hoping there isn't a 'next time.'
Obligatory Title Pun: Slam on the BREAKS.
Menu Readability: Can't remember. I was soaked and it was very gay outside.
Need to mention: My friends swear by this place, so YMMV.
What this place teaches me about myself: I never order the Meat Lovers' anything. What was I thinking that day?