the only thing that rouses me from slumber on a lazy sunday morning is the prospect of a hearty breakfast. and this is usually merely half successful. however, once lured by the thought of caramelised bacon and fresh eggs with yolks so yellow they can only be from happy hens, i will accept no substitutes. unfortunately, a certain host got the opening time wrong and when we rolled into modern pantry at 915, we were flatly denied because they only opened at 10.
said host thinking it's very funny to have dragged me out of the house ALL FOR NOUGHT before 9 on sunday.
the pristine interior mocking us and our inability to tell the time correctly.
however, this unceremonious rejection translated into a walk around the 'hood, which revealed a few hidden gems (north road being one of them, and the larder too!) so all was not lost.
and guess what, the morning was redeemed when we stumbled upon the cutest brunch place that i'll post about tomorrow :) yay for new finds and delayed gratification.
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