If you head up the hill on the Cross Island Road in Apia you will pass a red house. German architecture. Set back from the road, it’s easy to miss. But you’ll want to make sure you don’t.

The red house is called Home. At Home is exactly how you feel when you pull up a bar-stool and flick through the magazines…

… as you wait for your coffee to arrive.

Sarah, Nick, their visiting friend Sean and I ate breakfast at Home twice.

It was quirky and cool, like one of the a lane way or backstreet gems in Melbourne. And the food was delicious. On the first visit I had the French toast with bacon and maple syrup. I’ve been firmly pro bacon and maple syrup for as long as I can remember, so don’t try to tell me it’s not ok (side note: I also purchased a bottle of Canadian maple syrup for $13 on the weekend, sting! Golden or fake maple syrup aren’t an option).

When I was little my Dad used to call French toast ‘eggy bread’, can you think of anything that sounds less appetizing?!

It was amazing.

The second time we went we sat outside. Sarah and Nick colour-coordinated their outfits for the occasion.

We had fruit smoothies with a hint of mint, or basil? Or both? (so refreshing)

I went savoury this time. The sweet/savoury decision at breakfast time is one of the hardest I’m continuously confronted with #firstworldproblems. I had the Berlin breakfast:

Check out the yolk lava cascading down the the potato mountain:

Improved only with lashings of Tobasco.

On the way out Nick may have grabbed a slice of almond cake that we finished before we got to the car… We are each others’ food enablers.

Be sure to visit Home the next time you happen to be in Apia. Horace will take excellent care of you (and doesn’t judge those who order breakfast dessert).