My friend Abigail told me not to leave Istanbul without having a Turkish breakfast. She described it as an experience, and couldn’t have been more right. Our table was full of plates. The meal came in two waves, first cold … Continue reading Clotted Cream
We stopped a lady on the street to ask for directions. She was holding a cake box with a Café Savoy sticker. We knew we were headed in the right direction. You can smell the bread, croissants, and cakes baking … Continue reading Fried Toast
It was early in the morning after taking an overnight bus to Prague that we stumbled upon Kafka Food Snob. I would describe myself as half alive upon entering, but reading a breakfast menu always helps me perk up. Croque monsieur … Continue reading Bohemian Brunch
Full of Trouble 