The Valtaro is a splendid place, probably kept alive by the halls of residence around the corner. It's tiny but brilliant. And seems to be open a lot. Early. And 7 days a week.
The ebcb is compact but effective. The chips are crunchy and golden (even if a couple seem a little suicidal). You get a nice lot of bacon, properly blackened where it's needed, a golden and virginal egg and a tidy smear of beans. Very, very good.
Nice bit of colour to the mug. Bit blurry.
This is your major inside area, not a lot of room, but all you need. Shelves and tools always make for a rapid turnover of clientelle.
Textbook condiments, though I suspect that's not 100% HP in there.
Virginal eggs. Suicidal chips. Poetry, I have to say it again, with no irony at all.
(actually, I think this might be a great t-shirt, "virginal eggs and suicidal chips". Or a tv series. ok, enough)
Posted by: Blip | May 11, 2006 at 09:02 AM
Ah, that brings back memories. I used to live in the house on the left of the picture, sharing a basement with these guys and sleeping right next to the exhaust pipes...
Posted by: Suzy | July 23, 2006 at 08:48 AM
I'm from valtaro in Italy (Bedonia - Parma).
Hi to all!!!
Posted by: Gian Marco Tedaldi | July 25, 2006 at 12:14 AM
I used to live up the road until I went all Bohemian. Prague's a wonderful place, but i can't tell you how I miss a Valtaro fry up on a Sunday morning. They're really generous with the bacon, too. And the prices couldn't be fairer. Breakfast while Snappy Snaps develops your films. Bygone days, eh...?
Posted by: Phoenix | June 15, 2007 at 06:37 AM