We stumbled upon the Mylk Bar in leafy North Adelaide—hidden like a secret treasure in plain sight—so naturally, we had to check out their breakfast game. Armed with appetites and curiosity, we ordered the Big Breakfast, the French Toast, and enough coffee to fuel a small city. The service? Lightning-fast and cheerier than a barista who’s just nailed latte art on their first try. We opted for the outdoor seating to bask in the sunrise, which quickly turned into a morning dog show. It seems the regulars don’t just bring their A-game; they bring their furry entourage too. Now, let’s talk food. The Big Breakfast was solid—like, “Oh, that’s nice” solid. But the French Toast? It’s not just breakf...
