This morning I decided to try breakfast at a shack by the water. Yes, a shack, and a quaint on at that.
Breakfast of champions? I think not. Definitely not Ironman food either.
As expected, the coffee was terrible. What I hadn’t expected however was for the coffee to taste like stale cigarettes.
And with the last bits of grease gone, this intrepid explorer is off in search of some real coffee to finish off the morning.