I like the poppadoms with great big heaps of lime pickle on best. Or with a bit of thon salad of onion, cucmber, tomato and coriander. After that it's just filling your face with indefinable meat in indefinable gravy, everything from the same bucket. Come to think of it I'm not looking forward to it after all.
I know I'm going nowhere with you on this one, Burney, but I'm going to tell you anyway.
Mrs WES did a hangover breakfast for me a few weeks back. Toasted sourdough bread, two runny, poached eggs and sliced avocado between the eggs and the toast. The earthiness of the avocado, the creamy, lovely egg with salt and pepper and the crisp toast with butter seeping into it.
Stunning.