We
went to Milk after the other travel bunnie picked me up from the
airport on a Sunday morning. At the time, I had been away from home for about two weeks in an Asian country and I was in need of
a simple Western-style breakfast.
Clean
yet bright with a retro twist, the yellow-coloured stripes at Milk
instantly made me feeling perkier after 9 hours of flying. On top of
that, a big glass of blueberry smoothies together with a plate of
eggs, sausage, bacon and hash browns were the perfect combination to cure
my mini jet-lag (though the time difference was only two
hours...). The food was tasty, so I wasted no time in performing a
disappearing act of what was on my plate (into the stomach they go,
weeeeeee~).
Milk,
anyone?
Milk. Sounds familiar to me.
ReplyDeleteOh that milkshake looks so yummy.
I wish I can travel everywhere my heart wants to go, dine in and took lots of pictures of it like you did.
Thanks beautiful. x
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