Sunday, December 22, 2013

Brekky at James Dean, Praha

There's a lot to be said for James Dean:
Fresh orange juice, nice cappacino, friendly service by shapely adorables who apparently never had heard of sunny side eggs, but still perservered with the kitchen so that I got them . . . I mean . . . that IS service . . . American bacon . . . but this American breakfast . . .with these undercooked sausages, nep, nep, nep . . . the music is funky there . . . like cover / imitators of famous 50s singers, rather than the singers themselves, if you see how I mean . . . I'll order a la carte from now on, just to avoid the sausages, to get exactly what I want, and extend my quality time with the shapely adorables . . . 8^) . . .



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