Today 6 of us and a tiny baby met for breakfast. Coffee was hot and aromatic; we all had a cooked breakfast of some description. If I had a criticism, it would be that the egg was more like omelette than the light fluffy buttery scramble I prefer, but it tasted good nevertheless.
Raindrops spattered the window,
and we were glad to be inside looking out at the wild surfy sea, but on other similar weather occasions, I've sat in one of the covered outside booths, cozy under pink and green blankets, and warm from the radiators on the walls. Not ideal with a tiny tot, but perfect for anyone else.
We didn't have cake, but I did take a picture, because they looked fab - especially the lemon meringue. Now that's a fluffy egg triumph!

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