This morning, Sally made me an English breakfast with white bread, eggs, and bacon. I *never* have that here in England, typical that it takes a Dane visiting to make it happen. (I usually go for Müsli.)
In the evening we went to the Olive Press, where we both had sirloin steak with pepper corn sauce, and we both thought it was just amazingly good.
[Thanks to the kind Esox, who corrected my "korn". I thought that if it was with a C, it meant only maize.]