This ad was sent to me recently, and, as an exercise in advertising, it baffles me.Not the potato puree – though my own preference runs to old-fashioned fried potatoes, or even the wonderful local perkadel, potato cakes. I’m sure puree is okay. Sunday breakfasts – and, by extension, brunches – should indeed include potatoes.
All the best breakfasts do.
Bacon and/or pork sausages and eggs are fine – all fried, of course.
But toast, spuds of some kind, and of course baked beans, if available, tend to elevate a mid-morning guzzle-fest to a zenith of perfection.
That is naturally a personal opinion, though shared by sound gourmets everywhere, I’d guess.
No, what has me puzzled is – where’s the price?
And they should be clearer about those DIY Bloody Mary drinks – if they made it plain that vodka (with or without tomato juice) was free flow, then I might well be dropping by.
But no way would I venture all the way into town on spec. Suppose they aim to charge half-a-mill? Holy moly!
Until they tell us how much it costs, well, it’s back to the warteg for me!
What a diet. You are a gourmand, not a gourmet.
You are lucky to be alive if you honestly eat what you say you eat.
I would not want to have to be seated near you in that warteg you talk about. It must be a disgusting sight. You eating, I mean, not the warteg.
expat-gourmet 15:08 on July 3, 2015 Permalink |
What a diet. You are a gourmand, not a gourmet.
You are lucky to be alive if you honestly eat what you say you eat.
I would not want to have to be seated near you in that warteg you talk about. It must be a disgusting sight. You eating, I mean, not the warteg.
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