The breakfast menu this morning was longer than the wine-listing at a 3-star michelin restaurant. I homed-in on what looked like the star breakfast on offer: a cake, the size of a frisbie, covered in green and brown icing (representing a muddy field I guess) with a fortress (including draw-bridge, moat and viewing tours) mounted on top. I guessed the icing fortress was intended to be a particularly bad representation of Tarnovo's fortress itself. It would no doubt feed me, the bar girl and everyone else having breakfast in the bar.
I played safe, and went for the "diet Pancake" instead. It turned out to be everything but a diet: the plate was too small for the pancake, which was rolled up and bulging (like a size 36 pants on an obese man) with fruit that had been stuffed inside...covering it was a thick coating of honey and oat seeds...very, very tasty though!
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