After the excesses of Moro last night we met up for breakfast at a caff in Blackheath (who'd have thought you could find such a thing in Blackheath?)
We had a pretty good feeding and were contemplating something sweet to finish things off. Nothing leapt off the menu apart from the mysterious Brodn Derby. There wasn't a hint as to what this could be. Naturally one had to be ordered.
Apparently, the "Brown Derby" is a dessert served at Wimpy. It turned out to be a hot ring doughnut, with Mr Wippy ice cream, bitter chocolate sauce and hazelnuts. And very tasty it was too!
We had a pretty good feeding and were contemplating something sweet to finish things off. Nothing leapt off the menu apart from the mysterious Brodn Derby. There wasn't a hint as to what this could be. Naturally one had to be ordered.
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