
I had wanted to go to Bill’s for his famous ricotta hotcakes for, well, EVER! So when we stayed in Darlo the night of my hens, a hungover morning was prime time, or so I convinced Debs! Its like foodie fate I tells ya! A short walk to the café and it’s very much like someone’s house that’s been converted in to a café. They even have the community table with fresh flowers in what looks like it would be the dining room of Bill’s home. I adore this place and we haven’t even got a table yet! We waited about 15 minutes or so and were seated towards the back at a table for two. As much as I do love the community table, I’m too hungover to be exposed to other humans right now. Stick me in the corner. It’s for the best. There was talk of...







