Or, We Hiked Up Hill For This? So it's bloody early, and we stopped for breakfast at the Wrinkly Rams. When you're in Omarama, New Zealand, you can't be too picky about the cafe's name. You're just thankful someone showed up to open the doors. Along with some fine looking pastries are some savory items for breakfast, including a delectable pile of fatty goodness called a "toasty." It's a square of toasted, home-baked wheat bread covered with a pile of bacon, which is topped with a melted mound of cheese. I managed to not drool on the glass case, but I did emit a squeal that frightened several patrons. At the table, I tuck in (note how I'm picking up the lingo), to discover that the bacon and cheese goodness is concealing a layer of Chef
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