Welcome to breakfast at L'atelier de Monsieur Truffe.
One minute you're walking along a cold, wet street in funky Brunswick, feeling a little worse for wear after making good use of your Golden Ticket the night before . . .
. . . and the next your friend pushes you through an unassuming red door and you're whisked away into the most unexpected world of deliciousness.
Let me take you back to last weekend when Lill treated me to a Bastille Day gastromic experience of French proportions.
Monsieur Truffe is known for its chocolates - even producing them on site behind a glass viewing screen (check out the cool red machinery!) - but its extended menu is what floated my boat.
I didn't know where to start - savoury vs sweet breakfast options (I know, it throws me every time) or do I venture into the lunch menu? And what about the specials of the day?
I needed something hearty after shaking my booty at Mr McClelland's Finishing School the night before and knew we were in for another large night taking advantage of my second Gold Ticket.
So I chose the chorizittos with spiced beans and a poached egg on sourdough. Wowzers. Totes hit the spot.
Lill and I swapped half way through so I got to try her croque monsieur that was seriously out of this world. Glad I only had half. Oh la la.
We also got chatting to a friendly German/American girl at our bench and she had the avocado, persian fetta, vine ripened tomatoes and basil on olive bread. Tres bien.
Other interesting menu items included eggs cooked in a jar complete with truffles, and pork ribs with slaw.
My only regret is eating so much that I couldn't fit in one of their famous hot chocolates. Guess I'll have to head back again . . .
Pics mine and from here