After an arduous, back-breaking attempt at taking public transport – the moderately intelligent and generally well-travelled person that I am just couldn’t get the hang of Finnish station signs – I was able to finally reach my destination at  the Old Market Hall this morning and sat down for a well-deserved first meal of the day at Restaurant Story. I got what seemed to be their signature meal, the Story breakfast, and enoyed it in my table for one. The messy eggs benedict was delicious, the coffee and cutlery self-serve, and the area quiet enough despite being in a food hall. I hate eating alone but in places like this thankfully such things barely makes any difference.