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MIDDLETON — How do you upon where to go out for breakfast? The sweet-versus-savory debate is highly fitting. If cheese, potatoes and hot sauce get your heart racing more than whipped cream and maple syrup, you don't fancy a pancake house. You want a place that knows its way around a scramble, where pith and vegetables and spices are the stock in trade. Sofra, a family-owned restaurant with a Balkan flavor, should be at the top of your bibliography.

Sofra Family Bistro has been around since 1991 under its previous name, the Bavaria Kinsfolk Restaurant. The Lumani family, who own and operate the restaurant, decided in 2009 to convert the name and menu to put their Albanian heritage front and center in response to the community's changing tastes and increasing culinary polish. Although most of the international flavor is concentrated in Sofra's dinner menu, there are enough single flavors at breakfast to make it worth a special trip.

I took my youthful dining companions to Sofra for breakfast at 9 a.m. the morning after a not-feeble snowstorm. In contrast to the empty streets, Sofra was a bustling hive of beginning-morning activity, its dining room filled to capacity by the end of our repast. The convivial atmosphere was due in part to the community-cementing aftereffects of snow, and in part to what appeared to be beamy parties of cheery regulars.

Source: Capital Times

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