Morrisons Cafe — Restaurant in City of Edinburgh

My dear gastronomy connoisseurs, allow me to regale to you my recent rendezvous with the illustrious "Ultimate Breakfast" at the esteemed Morrisons Cafe. This epicurean symphony of flavours and textures beckoned the discerning palate, promising a reverie of culinary delights.

The Lorne sausages exhibited unimpeachable quality, paired with exceptionally cooked pieces of bacon, created an orchestra of smokey and salty harmonies.

The mushroom, that of the Portobello variety, was bathed in a glaze of oil, infused with an earthy, umami essence that danced upon the taste buds like a sonnet composed by nature herself.This paired well wth the plump, ruby-red tomatoes, which gently provided that freshness to the savory ensemble.

The eggs were truly the pièce de résistance.They were cooked to the state of divine perfection, their glistening, golden yolks flowed forth with a luxuriant abundance, whilst the whites were set elegantly, showing the culinary finesse employed by the chef.

One must not overlook the humble, yet extraordinary potato waffles and fried bread that graced this dish. They served as perfect vehicles for the amalgamation of flavours presented on this humble dish.

Now, I regret to inform you that the review must take a turn for the worst.

Alas, the baked beans. Amidst these opulent delights waltzing together in harmony on the greatest stage of their lives, which was my dish, emerged a veritable cacophony to my discerning palate. These baked beans were pitiful. Submerged in a viscous sea of absolute mediocrity, these baked beans left much to be desired. These desondent beans, bereft of any flavour and character whatsoever, could have been mistaken for boiled cardboard. In this grand tableau of culinary prowess, the baked beans, regrettably, constituted a lackluster footnote. Their prescent failed to contribute anything to their counterparts.

To conclude, overall, the breakfast was alright. Decent for...

Full disclosure: I genuinely don't mind mice. Used to live in the Old Town and loved them as free pets that'd occasionally come out to say hello. We named ours Mr. Squiggles. However, when this wee one wandered out of the kitchen it caused a massive commotion among patrons - the staff were understandably stressed too. In hind sight I wish I'd have scooped the wee one up and taken him outdoors because there was some shouting among the staff about how to dispose of it and there were less than humane suggestions.

I'm not annoyed at the presence of a mouse in the cafe, but I am annoyed that there was a loud debate among the staff involving inhumane treatment of said mouse. The reaction was that of chaos, not professionalism and reassurance to customers and this is what made me thankful I hadn't ordered hot food from the kitchen (not the presence of the mouse).

Finally, my bottle of Irn-Bru was unaffected by the presence...

I am honestly still trying to work out how food which tasted so utterly bland, with virtually no texture, managed to cause me to feel so nauseated afterwards. 2nd chance, last chance! So since it was many years since my review I went back. After all morrisons claimed to have updated the place. Wow! Even worse. Sullen staff, dirty cutlery, wobbly tables, breakfast was awful. Lorne sausage was like a soggy greasy facecloth, egg literally dripped grease, mushrooms appeared to have died of old age, coffee was like a cross between drip tray and instant. The cheek of serving this slop and...