I’m really craving for the hearty, delicious breakfasts we had in kitsch little Melbourne cafes.
Specimen number 1 : poached eggs with hollandaise and dill, atop sourdough toast with avocado and smoked salmon.
Specimen number 2 : Hungry humans, posing to be polite.
By the way, this was my birthday brunch at a cafe called MART, it used to be a tram station. The tram line still runs through and stops there! How cool.
Anyway, so this weekend, we have made plans to go to Graze. In the hopes that they will fulfill our (well, my) itch for a Melbournesque breakfast… and make me feel full and happy, the way only eggs and too much sauce chased down with a hot sweet latte can.