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[Las Chicas, 203 Carlisle street Balaclava]
I love stace, and I love Las chicas. The two together in very close proximity blew my socks off!
Watermelon/Apple/Mint fresh juice…. WHOAH!
This is sooo good, and so fresh!
French toast with marscapone & strawberries, lovingly drizzled with sweet sweet maple.
If you have a sweet tooth, like I certainly do, try this amazing french toast option at Las Chicas!
Stace had oats with bananas and almond slivers. I think this one is a 2 person deal…stace just couldn’t finish it. Very filling!
The area at times isn’t the most safest, but it sure does pound with energy and a mix of all sorts.
We had a very strange man yell at us for no reason at all, but I think he was senile, and I swear someone was following us.
Oh, and some crackpot decided to copy what we were saying…. it takes all sorts.
Apart from this minor set back, I love how carlisle street is always alive, and once you’re inside Las Chicas, you’re amongst safe breakfast loving crowd. And if that doesn’t please, the charming and entertaining waiting staff will sure tick that box.
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