Chapter Twenty-six
It was Tuesday, November second. Melbourne Cup Day had arrived.
I woke up early – around seven-twenty – and decided to wander down to the hotel lobby. I made my way up to the breakfast buffet to see what food was on offer. A waiter dressed in a white penguin suit stood behind the counter and smiled.
He opened up a covered food tray and said. “Our special for the day, sir, kidneys on toast. Just the thing to start your day.”
I looked at him with a vague expression on my face.
He went on. “These were prepared by soaking them in salted water for fifteen minutes. They were then sliced in half and chopped finely before being placed in a pan to cook with some water and spices.” He noticed the look on my face was less than pleased. “No, sir? What about some crumbed brains?
