Finding Breakfast

While I was staying in Hetauda I had the daily joy of trying to find breakfast. The good thing about living on base is that breakfast is just there and I can get up, walk downstairs, put the kettle on, make some porridge and tea and eat some fruit or fry/boil an egg. The great thing about being on break is that I have very many more options! The downside is that I have to go and find them. This is actually not difficult at all.

Option 1 is to eat breakfast in the hotel I stay in. This is a great option but sometimes is a bit more expensive and a bit less interesting than other available choices. Also, it is quite nice to get up in the morning and get outside and go for a walk.

Option 2 is to go to the nice café I went to the previous day, this may well be a great idea if it was a lovely breakfast.

Option 3 is to go to a different café. This allows the chance to find somewhere new and potentially even more exciting and gives me the variety that I’m often craving. It also allows me to share the wealth somewhat too.

Anyway, this post isn’t so much about the options so much as two particular days in one particular café.

I found a lovely café one morning. The guy in the shop seemed a little bemused by me walking in (there was no one else there). I asked if they could do breakfast, he said yes but it would take some time. Fine with me, I was in no hurry. So I ordered coffee and breakfast (aloo paratha). He brought me a glass of hot water (this is a standard thing here). I also heard him make a phone call and ask for aloo paratha. He made my coffee and I got my Kindle out and enjoyed watching people on the street wandering to and fro. I suspected that he had called some other café / restaurant / etc to order my breakfast. I’ve seen this happen before when restaurants have quite large menus but don’t actually have all the ingredients / can’t be bothered making the thing / don’t know how to make the thing / etc. Anyway, about forty minutes after placing my order a motorbike pulled up outside with a plastic bag. He gave it to the guy in the café. I heard some rustling and two minutes later a beautifully plated up aloo paratha appeared on my table. Still warm. Very tasty. 😊

The next day I went for option 2 and revisited the same café. This time there was a different person working there. He told me that the kitchen wasn’t open yet, but he could do coffee. Ok, fair enough. Wasn’t a problem the previous day at the same time, but ah well, these things happen. So I enjoyed the coffee and then had to find another option for actual breakfast. Another place I’d been to previously was ok, but the guy at the table next to me had been smoking (I do remember when restaurants used to have smoking sections, but it has been quite some time since that was normal). In the end I decided that breakfast back in my hotel was a good option – I had been for a walk, I knew the hotel served fruit salad, there was unlikely to be anyone smoking.

Who knew that a thing as simple as breakfast could be such an adventure!