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Well, the Galleon Cafe has endured in a way this blog can still only aspire to. Established in 1984, it's gone two decades longer, changed hands several times, escaped at least one impending closure, and most recently recovered from a neighbourhood fire... all the while being celebrated for its consistency.
I was immediately utterly charmed by it one our first visit, returned a good few times in those early Melbourne years, but trailed off as my inner-north inertia took hold. Now firmly in our middle age and with a Saturday morning free, we were up early enough to cross town for breakfast and still beat the queue! Once again, I was immediately awash with affection for the place - the laminex tables, the community pinboard, and the very vegetarian-friendly menu. (There are no dietary markings and it looks like markedly less for vegans: I spied mushrooms and avocado on pide, and scrambled tofu with mushrooms and spinach on toast.) Almost everything I noted in those early posts remained on the menu: no more bagels but, yes, three kinds of porridge, savoury scones, bubble'n'squeak ($10 in 2007, $17 in 2026), pikelets/pancakes with strawberries and lemon curd ($8.50 in 2008, $18.50 in 2026) and, of course, the dishes we returned to this day.



