Mascara mixed with tears formed train tracks down our faces.

It’s not ideal to be crying uncontrollably at a bar, high above the other patrons and facing the front door. This was our last Friday breakfast before she moves overseas, our hearts were breaking. We agreed, thanking our lucky stars that we were even let through the doors on such a busy morning.Ī seat at the bar would have been fine if Miss C and I had been able to control ourselves and refrain from sobbing all over each other. We were told that there were no tables available but that we could sit at the bar. I probably should have made a reservation that day. I have never booked a breakfast table in my life. Miss C and I walked through the doors at 7.30 am on a Friday to a restaurant absolutely bursting with people. It was exactly the sort of place I needed to say a proper goodbye. It has that really classy café feel and a breakfast menu that makes it impossible to choose from because it all sounds so fantastic. But when I needed to find somewhere super special for a going away breakfast for Miss C, I just couldn’t get the European out of my head. A meal of two very overcooked poached eggs about ten months ago and that was it for me – unforgivable. Until recently, I had gone off The European.

Corporates, weekenders and Melbourne visitors alike flock for the great menu and the fancy French feel. 41 times! It’s a well loved breakfast favourite. The European has been reviewed 41 times by Melbourne food bloggers on urbanspoon.

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