Jet- and train-lagged I staggered into this place hidden in Pottinger's Entry (which hides other interesting things as well). I needed a home-cooked meal. I got one. Nothing fancy. But it was delicious (a quesadilla), and it kind of stabilized me. And they were so nice. So I came back for breakfast the next day. And they remembered me. This is not haute cuisine. But it's breakfast and lunch consisting of real food made by real people.
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