The plates, they had style. The food, all good, and the coffee you get the same comment. I especially like that there was an egg, cradled by the egg holder. Tap, tap and the shell would shatter to expose the tasty embryo. Orange juice, not from a container of mass production but rather a fresh squeezing from the gargantuant hands of the torpedo-breasted server. The air was still, with occassional falling dust particles highlighted in the morning light streaming through the stained glass. The sound once again riddled in bird chirps, and a quiet sountrack of classical music.
Breakfast, lunch and dinner were enjoyed here. For an additional 30 dollars a person we were treated, and I say treated, to an extravagent dinner. Feeling to be that of a king we took up post in one of the three window stallls, where we were served, first Oxtail soup, cold-cuts a plenty arranged with many cheeses and than an onslaught of German dishes. The server, a barrel-chested, heavy set German woman, decorated her oversized self in traditional German garb and accented the atmosphere perfectly.