Ate, drank, confused woman.

[Eat Drink Man Woman, 413 Brunswick street, Fitzroy, Victoria]

If you’re here to read a review of the Ang Lee film bearing the same name, STOP… wrong way, turn back!

Meanwhile, if you’re here for some breakfast action, let me assure you, you’re in the right place. Stay for a while, let me entertain you. 🙂

For those interested in some light reading, please click below for the Broadsheet review:
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The lot of us met up from all corners of the globe… (ok Melbourne) and we settled on Eat drink man woman for some breakfasting and playing the old catch up.

Now, I’m from south of the river, and breakfast is really for me the most important meal of the day – especially on a Sunday where I’m most likely to eat only that until dinner. And if I’m going to travel for more than 30 minutes on an empty stomach, the destination better present something better than a sausage roll… so to speak. (You know, long way and all… geddit? *side eyes*?) Unless that sausage roll is from the Halls Gap bakery, then you’re cooking with gas!

I’m not going to lie, it was pretty tasty… but something just wasn’t right. Maybe I hadn’t been to Brunswick street in a long time, and I’m just out of the loop…

Broadsheet informs us this is supposed to be affordable and blah blah, but I beg to differ. It wasn’t all that exciting and the prices weren’t all that affordable. Granted they were average for Melbourne, but I guess I just didn’t feel like it was great bang for buck. Apologies, to be honest, I can’t even pin point what it was – it was just average. (But, by all means it wasn’t awful)

J ordered scrambled eggs (of course, but once again of course they weren’t as good as “the Rad”. And I have finally had a taste of his eggs, and they are silky and smooth and creammmmmy!!!) The bacon wasn’t to the “thin and crispy” level J is used to, and a fair bit of it was left on the plate to protest! (lol)

I had the smoked salmon (surprise, surprise) which was topped off with toasted corn kernels – that was fun, but overall the dish wasn’t really AMAZING. Tasty for sure, but just lacking some jazz.

Poach-poke-ooze factor was there – that was delicious!

I have to admit, after watching Heston’s cooking show last night on SBS (click here for info on his show) I will now be watching these little eggs much closely – it’s so easy to get right, so when its wrong… it’s just plain sad. 😦 (see, the sad face right there!)

Mr “Tall glass of water” had something quite exciting – it was black sausage in a one pot Spanishy number – that was pretty delicious (but again, really hard to get wrong)

Unbeknownst to us, we had a little poet on our hands. The gorgeous  Miss Tominey wrote the below whilst we were picking apart our breakfasts!

Please see below, and apologies for the dark photo… it says:

One, two lets brew some stew
Three, four cook some more
Five, six let’s make a mix
Seven, Eight – Bake a cake
nine, ten – let’s do it again

-Tominey

And that! was all worth it!

While the “adults” (debatable) dined,
little miss Tominey rhymed…
(lol!! I’m totes a poet and didn’t even know it)

Hope you’re relaxing and doing not much this Good Friday (or better known as a public holiday to some) and catch you real soon!

Tastefully yours,
Joanna 🙂

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