We also tried the lečo, a warm and filling combination of cooked vegetables and eggs, which also came with a side of fresh crusty bread. (source: Mark Taylor)
As a British person spending time in other parts of Europe, I quickly learnt that a running joke in many countries concerns the poor quality of British food. Some French people will even talk about someone like me as “Le Rosbif”, based on the belief that British cuisine really doesn’t extend much further then roast beef and Yorkshire puddings. (I’d argue that while this may have once been true, the idea is well out of date now, even if it persists as a relatively harmless stereotype.) However, quite often, once the joke has been done, the person teasing me will lean in and smile, and confide quietly; “But I love an English breakfast…”.
And I agree that, sitting in a diner or a truck-stop, with a big plate of eggs and sausages and buttered toast, as heavy and unsophisticated as it may be, is still a cultural handhold for me. It’s comforting, it’s satisfying and friendly. In a country like Slovakia, where good quality bacon, flavourful sausages and free range eggs are so widely available, I’ve often wondered why I can seldom find a similar experience. Where can I go on a lazy weekend morning to sooth a hangover, or fuel up for a long bike ride, with a big portion of calories and caffeine? Well, I’ve finally found just the place, and it is called Bistro 24.
