Actually I'm a little surprised that it took me almost two and a half years of walking out of the Elizabeth Street entrance to Flinders Street Station before I even realised this place even existed. It's not as if it is hidden away or anything, but then again I guess it has been only recently that I have decided to have breakfast at a random place every so often (or maybe it was because the gentleman's club seems to be conspicously in the way). It wasn't the cheapest breakfast that I have had, and the menu didn't seem to be all that extensive, but it was still a nice place to grab a bite to eat. The bacon and eggs were nice, though the bacon was a little dry. Still, it certainly wasn't the worst place that I've been. read more