Breakfast at the corner stall

“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”

“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”

“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.

Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.

(A. A. Milne,  The House at Pooh Corner)

What’s for breakfast?

Coffee brewed on top of the pot of noodle soup and filtered through muslin bags. Served in a glass, dark and thick above a layer of condensed milk.

Baguettes – a legacy of French colonialism.

And donuts. One was enough of those.

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4 responses to “Breakfast at the corner stall

    • It’s pretty fun. Particularly when we’re there together having a hot date. Mike says hi by the way. We’re currently having a breakfast date at Joma on a Sunday morning.

  1. I miss Luangprabang. The best local breakfast is chicken noodle as local called it “kao piek”.

  2. We just found a chicken noodle place down the street – we’re looking forward to trying it!

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