A Kraken Good Feast After the Storm!
After weathering the mighty wrath of Cyclone Alfred, when most of Mullum lay in a post-tempest slumber, The Empire Café stood tall—like a gallant galleon refusing to sink! Open on a Sunday, no less. True champions of the storm.
We staggered in, weary sailors, stomachs grumbling louder than the winds that had howled through the night. But lo! A beacon of gluten free culinary salvation awaited. A chilli scramble, bold and fiery as a pirate's last stand; a halloumi and egg roll so gloriously golden, it could’ve been part of The Empire’s royal treasury. And the coffee—liquid gold fit for an emperor (or at least a very smug, crown-wearing sloth).
After days of rations and cyclone supplies, this was the feast we needed. No need to venture to the ends of the shire—The Empire Café remains the undefeated champion in the battle against hunger.
Raise the flag, mates, and set sail for The Empire!