So back I came, hoping for good things from the breakfast on offer.
(I suffer for these pages Gentle Reader, sometimes I suffer).
What I would describe as ‘Grudgingly Polite’ staff slopped out this untidy looking breakfast onto a crumb-spattered table, before going back to chat with the regulars. And this seems to be something of a Regular’s haunt alright. There is no need to worry about these tourist blow-ins when you’ve got a guaranteed customer base filling up the tables 365 days a year. Fair enough I guess. I won’t be rushing back, but I don’t imagine the owners will be overly concerned at my absence. So if you are really hungry and can’t find anywhere else: eat this breakfast. I am sure Valletta has more to offer than I’ve discovered so far, but clearly more research is required. I am always open to suggestions by the way, don’t be shy English breakfast providers, shout out a name and I will waddle down there.