Showing posts with label pants on fire. Show all posts
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Saturday, January 2, 2010

Liar Liar

My brother shouted me out to breakfast at Hawthorns Liar Liar.
Coffee, undoubtably one of the best in Melbourne. 9/10. Smooth, without tasting weak. Watching the Batista he was just frothing the Milk by ear, without looking. Good to see a number of grinders, so if you are a decaf fan, it looks like you will get a fresh grind.




I also had "pants on fire", a Spanish breakfast, chorizo egg thing, yum.




Lastly no tunes coming from the deck. But I could imagine the place pumping!