the first of many instances where I fail at blending in with my fellow Aussies.
30.12.2010 - 30.12.2010 24 °C
The first time I tried to order coffee in Sydney back in July 2008, I mystified the baristas at Gloria Jean's by trying to order a basic "house coffee" as I would at Peet's or Starbucks, and it took two different people to finally figure out that I wanted just a basic flat white.
This morning, I stood out at breakfast.
Shellie, Paddy and I went out to Grind, a cafe down the street where Shellie works, for coffee and eggs. Perusing the menu at our sunny balcony table (by 8:30 a.m., it was easily in the mid-70s), I chose an omelette with four add-ons: bacon, spinach, hash browns and mushrooms. Our waiter, Tony, gave me a funny look as I ticked off these ingredients, further confused when I said that I wanted all these add-ons inside my omelette. He looked over at Shellie to confirm that's what I ordered, and when I said I wanted a side of raisin toast with it, he actually let out a laugh. "Well, that's weird," he said as he collected our menus and walked away.
Perplexed, I indulged my table mates in a discussion about breakfast culture: aren't hash browns just shoestring potatoes? [No, turns out they're those fried blocks of potato normally served as a side dish.] Are those not normally ordered inside an omelette? [Not usually, no.] And why is it odd to order sweet toast with my eggs? [Not sure, but it's a catchy idea!]
When Tony returned, he smiled as he placed this in front of me:
I thought the cheese on top was a cute touch.