Saffron arises at 9am, and I have had 2 cups of cardamom tea, and a lovely yoga morning stretch. She makes me a tasty and creamy oat milk flat white, proudly complete with a heart. We then get dressed properly and head to the other side American-Greek diner for breakfast.
Shiny black, matte white and red, with some graphic prints it is very much my taste of aesthetic for a kitchen and feels very much at home. A young man of shorter stature, and an overly smiley woman are our waiters for the morning. The chap gets me a filter coffee and some little round cartons of cream and half milk UHT.
The food is absolutely divine. Saffron and I went halves on the mushroom omelette of the day and a stack of pancakes with citrus butter and Maine maple syrup. Leon chose a bagel. Each savoury meal also came with an American version of a hash brown. I still didn’t like it, but I was glad I tried.. something about the texture inside and the smell of the frying oil, I just don’t find appealing at all.
