Odd Ambiance at Temple of Breakfast

Before I left Australia I had a weekend to kill in the city of Brisbane, QLD.  On the way back from a long night of field testing the city’s bar selection I stumbled across a twenty-four hour church.  But it’s not a place to worship jeebus or that elephant with ten hands… it’s been converted to a restaurant.  Specifically, a breakfast place called “Pancake Manor.”  The proprietors ran with the medieval vibe the structure was naturally disposed to by adding a few knights-in-armor and giant chalices in which they serve coffee.

It’s an interesting take on the classic “all-night diner” for sure, but from what I remember the pancakes actually provided a decent dollar/calorie return.  In a country where pretty much nothing is open more than forty hours a week, it was pretty legit that Pancake Manor was open at 3 AM on a Tuesday.  Just when I thought I had the Australians figured out, I roll through Brisbane, one of the closest things Australia has to a mid-sized city, to find the only business with it’s lights on in the entire town is a medieval-themed breakfast place the size of a 747 hanger.