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| - I was walking up Rue Peel looking for a place suggested to me by a friend. Suddenly, a smokin hot chick rossed my path and went into this place. I thought for a moment, 'maybe smokin hot chick knows a really good place for breakfast. Maybe smokin hot chick and I can strike up a meaningful conversation, fall madly in love with each other, and be together forever?'
Not wanting to tempt fate and avoid ruining the happy delusion my brain had concocted, I entered. I asked the girl behind the counter about breakfast. She told me I had to go upstairs. Meanwhile, smokin hot chick quickly got a coffee and quickly walked out. My happy delusion crushed, I slowly walked up the stairs of solitude and inquired about breakfast again to the lady behind that counter. She explained the specials, and I ordered it. A croissant with ham and cheese and vegetables, a side of something and a beverage. (I went with coffee and bowl of fruit.) Total was ten and change. The fruit was obviously canned, the croissant was cold Despite being squashed in a panini press. The coffee was pretty good. AND I wasn't gonna live happily ever after with hot chick.
It was just an ok meal. I didn't however try their bread, which looked very good. So that might redeem it if you go.
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