Breakfast at the Sixty Six on Georges St.

Every Friday John and I have a breakfast meeting after the show, somewhere in town. There are surprisingly few places that do decent breakfast, and we've tried most of them. Recently we've been making the Sixty Six a regular haunt, mostly because there is always a seat at the window, and this makes for decent people watching on Georges St. John likes it because the Open Skillet, a full Irish with all the trimmings, is pretty decent and sets you up for the day. I'm not really a Fry up kinda girl but there's plenty more on the menu. Last time we were there the coffee was burnt (I think their machine was dirty) but today the coffee was OK.
My breakfast, on the other hand was not. I ordered scrambled eggs with tomato and potato, pretty safe, and straightforward, I'd had the scrambled eggs there before and they were nice. Today, however they were dry, and stone cold, The potatoes were hot, the tomatoes lukewarm so I guess it was a case of bad timing in the kitchen. I sent them back, and a few minutes the plate was returned, with the exact same eggs, just hotter. I went back up to the manageress and asked if they had microwaved the plate, turns out they had shoved it under a hot grill, so now I had dried up potatoes and tomatoes and crunchy, reheated scrambled eggs. No Thanks.

The place was empty, it always is on a friday morning, except for us, and we won't be back.