With a new review!
I present to you: Seahouse Cafe'!
I know that most of you don't actually go here for the food, but rather for the atmosphere, the Red Bulls, and to empty a carton of Camel Lights (or Hards if you're hardcore).
But, in the case where you do decide to eat here, let this be a guide :)
To start off, some pictures!
I went with a fellow friend for breakfast there, and we were pretty tired walking in the sun (the sun after ten is no longer good) and we were parched and hungry, and had preh-teee high expectations of the food.
There was a breakfast buffet available, but we skipped it. I have this thing against buffets, it makes me feel like some poor beggar who has to wait in the bread line for food, and there is the thing about having to get up every single time to cater to yourself whenever you want a different course, but I am not passing judgment on those who like buffets. In fact, rich folks eat from them buffets :D
Some hot grandma wearing a hot dress.
The place was not overly crowded, but I have come across several occasions where the place is full to the brim (and then some more), so I have had to turn on my heel and leave the place after scanning it for 5.2 minutes (I have bad eyesight) leaving my dignity on that spot.
Behold! The breakfast menu.
Sorry about the bad photo quality lor. Blame my phone.
I had the Seahouse breakfast while my friend opted for the French toast set.
Had the hot chocolate (MEGA DRAMA AHEAD) and my friend opted for the Cafe' latte.
This is my Hot Chocolate. The waiter first served it in a bigger cup, half-full, and I asked him to pour a bit more, since I didn't think the amount in it was worth 35 Rufiya. Lo and behold, Thor himself came from the kitchen and told me the coffee machine (which I assume is a dictator with a mind and entity of its own) did not dispel any more liquid than what was in the cup. I didn't give up either, and Thor walked off, and the waiter came back with a cup full to the brim. Hor! Smaller cup la! They try to fool me with this trickery! I just decided to let it go then.
Meanwhile, the cafe latte.
After a few hours (my stomach was keeping time then) the food arrived: Take a look.
Readers, you should know. I. Love. Mashed. Potatoes.
I have spent many a night cuddling a big tupperware bowl of homemade mashed potatoes. I see as much beauty in a good serving of it, as Dr Faustus found in Helen of Troy.
So, instinctively, I shoved a spoonful of that thing on the plate into my mouth.
Now.
Let me try to put into coherent words what the taste was like.
I had this text book in Seventh Grade, for Social Studies, and God knows I loathed it and would abuse it and all. Now, this dollop of mashed potatoes tasted like someone had gone back 13 (let me exaggerate) years, retrieved that book, put it into a blender, threw in some herbs and warm milk, and then served it to me.
I think they use the powdered mashed potato mix (LOATHE IT).
My oesophagus handed in its resignation then and there.
So, yes, avoid the potatoes, the rest of it is quite tolerable.
Now, the french toast set.
My friend's verdict on this was that it was quite ok, except for the part where they doused, i mean, soaked the toast in honey, the taste was too sweet and overpowering.
Food: 4/10
Service: 3/10
Atmosphere: 8/10