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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.
































The one dessert on offer was a star anise parfait ($15) served with plums, and it was a singular pleasure.
This was a special meal for no special occasion at all, a perhaps that made us feel all the more grateful for it.

These biscuits were delicious, but less than the sum of their parts. The toastiness of the biscuits crowded out the almonds, mouthfuls of the chocolate half tasted of little else, and the cherries were rare, separate experiences. Every bite was a pleasure tinged with a search for something else.

May 9, 2026





