Shane T.
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(plus a folksy Michelin star for good measure)
At Third Place Cafe, breakfast isn’t a meal. It’s an emotional support system that just happens to come with world-class ☕.
The plate lands with the confidence of a champion:
sweet-and-spicy caramelised onion jelly winking at you like, “go on, ruin your other condiments forever,” beside a bowl of what I can only describe as ambrosial mushroom elixir-rich, creamy, and far too classy to be called “sauce.” Two hash browns guard the eggs, which arrive exactly as ordered (truly a minor miracle in modern day civilisation). The bacon? Juicy to moral perfection. And those sausages, oh so glossy and unapologetic, like they just stepped out of a spa for carnivores.
Then there’s the coffee. The crown jewel of this fine eatery.
Smooth, silky, and therapeutic, the sort of cup that makes you forgive everyone who wronged you before 9 a.m. The milk foam carries latte art so symmetrical it could restore your faith in geometry.
Outside, the lakeside view whispers affirmations you never knew you needed: “You’re doing great, mate. Eat slower. Enjoy.”
Birds glide by on union break. The whole scene feels ordained. It's like Rotorua’s answer to therapy, but with better views, and better snacks.
By the end, you’re not sure if you’ve had breakfast or attended a silent retreat.
Either way, your soul feels caffeinated. What more could one ask for?
☕🍳🌊
Third Place Café: where balance, bacon, and inner peace collide.
And no I'm not posting pictures of the view; come experience it for yourself.
🇨🇦 Thanks for sending us on our way with such care. Love, from Canada.