The boy and I were cruising along Melbourne Street on a gloomy-weather day, craving for something warm that we could tuck into and before we knew it, we were already sitting down in this little vintage styled cafe. The breakfast menu isn't overly extensive but yet, we still found it difficult to decide what to feed ourselves with. A few minutes had lapsed and the crowd just kept growing.
He quickly placed our order whilst I curiously stared at the house's guests sipping coffee/tea amidst their giggly conversations with friends. A few tables away sat a father of three athletic looking children in sports jumpers and messy braids. They appear to be enjoying their pancakes and strawberries soaked in maple syrup. I now crave for sweet pancakes-.-
We left the place after our meal and spotted diners eating outside, under the cafe's umbrellas. The cold weather showed no mercy to these patriots but their love for this cafe's food must mean something beyond imagination. I look forward to my next visit, knowing that pancakes are on my list *grins*