Baltics and the white sands. "It's really difficult to f*ck up the eggs"

 

 

... said Scott after we found the same Cafe 53 as the only open eatery in the morning. I wasn't such an optimist and chose the custard pancakes with jam and sour cream, which tasted absolutely great. Scott opted for the farmers breakfast - fried eggs, sausage and hash browns. But as we know, he doesn't eat egg yolks and whites, if they are not mixed, he asked his eggs either scrambled or as omelette. He got a plate with a mixture of potatoes, eggs and slices of hot dogs, all floating in soggy water and garnished like the fanciest foods in the 80ies with canned peas and few tasteless slices of tomato. He also withdraw his statement that it's difficult to f*ck up eggs.

We went to the beach and walked later to the observation tower. I already imagined all the breathtaking views over the Baltic Sea and the 32-kilometer white sand beach of Jurmala. I didn't however imagine the going up the lattice stairs and floors to then finally see the tiny piece of beach and that endless forest.

For dinner we booked a table in Majorenhoff to avoid having the Latvian idea of pizza again. We had prawns in brandy, beef tartar, creamy cheese soup with shrimps and salmon and absolutely unforgettable hash brown (which was just the most crispy one ever!) with salted salmon and quail egg. As always, the raw egg wasn't anything to impress Scott. He has chocolate lava cake for dessert and I had walnut cake with sweet milk served as a piece of art.