Big Brekkie

One of my peculiarities - well, one of my many peculiarities - is that I always take a picture of the first meal that I have in a country.  Why?  I have no idea.  It's one of those odd traditions which people have whose origins are lost in the hoary mists of time.  Anyway, I arrived in Canberra last Sunday around noon, and by the time I made it out to my hotel it was early afternoon.  The Tall Trees Best Western was out in the midst of a pleasant but nondescript suburb, and the options for eating were few.  In the end I ate a couple meals at the Ainslie Football Club, which doubled as a casino.  However, my first meal was at a cute little cafe in a strip mall.  Here's the resulting picture of the Big Brekkie.  I don't normally all of my goofy first meal photos, thank god, but I'm posting this one because 1) I love the name Big Brekkie, and 2) every meal I ate in Australia featured a pile of meat like this.  It's normally the Americans who insist upon a small mountain of meat on every plate, but apparently the Australians don't take a back seat to anyone.

After a return to my normal breakfasts of fruit, yogurt and Cheerios I could use a Big Brekkie right now.