Saturdays are usually busy around here with counselling sessions, meetings, band practices happening - all the things the weekdays have no space for. So it was a rare and welcome treat for five out of six of us living in this house to make it out for a quick lunch treat. My taste buds were singing thanks to these perfectly poached eggs. I quickly discovered in America that poached eggs on the menu really mean poorly boiled eggs. So these last four weeks here in Auckland, I remain eternally grateful for the reliable, tasty cafe scene and poached eggs that are really poached eggs.