As expected, a beautiful July morning, sunshine, no humidity, perfect for breakfast on the terrace.
The cafe features spacious indoor seating too--reminiscent of a New England seaside tea room, as you might find at Watch Hill, RI.
We sat under an umbrella table facing the brilliant indigo blue lake. The Pear Bellini--a sparkling white wine with fresh muddled pear--light, pleasant and fruity--the perfect complement to the crystalline morning.
Mark chose the Baklava French Toast, described on the menu as "Thick slices of Texas toast dipped in a cinnamon vanilla egg batter and crusted with walnuts, almonds and pistachios, fried golden brown and topped with orange honey syrup. Served with choice of bacon or sausage."
Wonderful, but if I hadn't read the name, wouldn't have associated it with baklava.
I chose the Greek breakfast, describes as "Gyro slices sautéed with peppers and onions topped with feta. Served with 2 eggs, herb roasted potatoes and pita bread." Potatoes were unavailable, as a major golf extravaganza had consumed every spud over sporting weekend, the waiter ( a bronzed, lion haired godlike youth) explained. But, his substitute of fresh berries--raspberries and blackberries was much preferred by a weight conscious, ageing beauty.
My lightly poached eggs melded with sauteed crisp and flavorful peppers and onions as contemplated the sparkling rich blue lake dove blue mountains and azure sky. Sometimes life is too beautiful and good.
The cafe features spacious indoor seating too--reminiscent of a New England seaside tea room, as you might find at Watch Hill, RI.
We sat under an umbrella table facing the brilliant indigo blue lake. The Pear Bellini--a sparkling white wine with fresh muddled pear--light, pleasant and fruity--the perfect complement to the crystalline morning.
Mark chose the Baklava French Toast, described on the menu as "Thick slices of Texas toast dipped in a cinnamon vanilla egg batter and crusted with walnuts, almonds and pistachios, fried golden brown and topped with orange honey syrup. Served with choice of bacon or sausage."
Wonderful, but if I hadn't read the name, wouldn't have associated it with baklava.
I chose the Greek breakfast, describes as "Gyro slices sautéed with peppers and onions topped with feta. Served with 2 eggs, herb roasted potatoes and pita bread." Potatoes were unavailable, as a major golf extravaganza had consumed every spud over sporting weekend, the waiter ( a bronzed, lion haired godlike youth) explained. But, his substitute of fresh berries--raspberries and blackberries was much preferred by a weight conscious, ageing beauty.
My lightly poached eggs melded with sauteed crisp and flavorful peppers and onions as contemplated the sparkling rich blue lake dove blue mountains and azure sky. Sometimes life is too beautiful and good.
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