[Roller Door Cafe, 3 Stawell St, West Melbourne,3003]
Hands up who likes wearing underwear to work? Yep, thought so, most of you do unless you’re a sex worker right? Even then, there is some kind of underwear thing going on there, but that’s not the point here.
Basically this place was the most bizarre breakfast experience of my life.
It was quite the hipster location, with token fixie outside as a shining beacon to all hipsters that this was a safe place… I did not realise this meant the waitress would be wearing quite literally a t-shirt (grey-marle crew neck) as a dress AND NO UNDERWEAR!!! I mean, breakfast please, that aint ok, and that aint safe. Brings the term Food Porn to a whole new level.
As you can see the photos are non-existent, just like her underwear…
Look, the food was ok and the other waiter (dude with immaculate beard and top of the pops service) was really, truly lovely, but for me its just not worth it if food safety isn’t a priority. “Excuse me, there is a hair in my soup….”
Not so tastefully yours,
Joanna (who wears underwear to work)