Yesterday I went with my mum and sister and niece to Cafez, a cafe I have spoken of previously. We got our coffees and they were good. Mine was a decaf soy capp, which is what I have to buy now cos I am not allowed dairy or coffee. It was GREAT! They so have redeemed themselves coffee wise. But now let me tell you the story of the food. We waited 25 mins for our food. We had already drunk our great coffees. It was all looking good until Beth skewered her eggs on her benedict plate - they were hard. She took them back. Now before I continue, mum's turkish was toasted to within an inch of its life and my bagel was not actually a bagel. Hannah's pancakes looked like cholesterol heaven as usual. So Beth took her plate back and sat down to wait for her second go. After another 20 mins and the rest of us were about to finish eating I said to Beth to go and tell them that if they had not started to not bother. UNfortunately they had and it was on its way to the table. Once it arrived Beth checked her eggs, which were barely runny, but no complaining, however when she cut a corner of toast, egg and sauce and ate it she screwed up her face in disgust. Angry as only a head chef can be in someone else's restuarant - controlled explosive. I told her to calm down and simply tell them the sauce was gross. She asked me to taste the hollandaise after this suggestion saying she could not eat the meal. I did and it tasted like hot mayonaise - and Kraft mayo at that! What a rort! She took the meal back and got her money back. Apparently the cook was pushed for time and served hot mayo for hollandaise. $12 value? Yuck! My last breakfast there!
I know I seem obsessed with cafes and coffee and food, but I am living in pig fucker HELL. I cannot scrutinise the locals for fear of my life, so it must be the food.
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