These are great little places in which to waste some time. Lots of cushions, plenty of shade and always playing some decent music. They have menus that are not only long and exotic but also entertainingly wonky in translation. Fritters become Flitters, eggs are scrabbled and there's generally a bizarre goodwill message involved too. This morning, for example, we were all urged to 'Have a nice enjoyment'. Which raised a smile and brought a glow.
While the food is usually pretty good, it has to be said that the service is bloody awful and in the few days we've been here we've learned to become very, very, very patient.
So when your double egg on toast takes an hour and a half to arrive you smile and say to yourself "at least it's cooked to order" and if your full English breakfast turns out to be a pot of tea (English breakfast, naturally) and you only find this out after all your mates have eaten, then you slap your own wrists for presuming the waiter is fluent in geordie.
Life moves pretty slowly in Goa - any slower and it would stop - the secret, is always to carry something to read, never to get shirty with the staff and, most importantly, constantly remind yourself that sitting in a beach bar watching the sun come up over the ocean is infinitely better than being at work.
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