Big mouth, big appetite, big adventures!

[Big Mouth, 168 Acland Street St Kilda, Victoria]

[“Big Frenchy”, Big Mouth St Kilda]

It was a Sunday morning, and the morning was fresh and dewy from the pitter patter of light rain and brand new day. We were off to meet friends who were getting ready for a very big adventure for their little family. We ordered, and I was greeted with the above… Is it not just the most delightful, mouth-watering and beautiful combination of colours and ingredients you have ever set your “Sunday blues” filled eyes??

There is something about a perfectly poached egg, all bouncy, and ready to ooze its perfect “poached-poke-ooze”… You’ve heard me rant on about it before, but seriously… seeing that hot yoke slowly slide down the little poached egg white mountains as it meets the muffins and salmon – it is just divine!!

Have a peruse through the menu for something delicious that may come your way when you’re in St Kilda next.

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Some people do yoga, exercise or anything to relax and remind yourself of how beautiful the world can be. I breakfast! and I breakfast often. Whether you’re a local or travelling through, be sure to try any of Melbourne’s finest breakfast offerings. It will bring a smile to your face and a warmth through your bellies.

Tastefully yours,

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Las Chicas, best french toast… ever??

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[Las Chicas, 203 Carlisle street Balaclava]

I love stace, and I love Las chicas. The two together in very close proximity blew my socks off!

Watermelon/Apple/Mint fresh juice…. WHOAH!

This is sooo good, and so fresh!

French toast with marscapone & strawberries, lovingly drizzled with sweet sweet maple.

If you have a sweet tooth, like I certainly do, try this amazing french toast option at Las Chicas!

Something warm?

Stace had oats with bananas and almond slivers. I think this one is a 2 person deal…stace just couldn’t finish it. Very filling!

The area at times isn’t the most safest, but it sure does pound with energy and a mix of all sorts.

We had a very strange man yell at us for no reason at all, but I think he was senile, and I swear someone was following us.

Oh, and some crackpot decided to copy what we were saying…. it takes all sorts.

Apart from this minor set back, I love how carlisle street is always alive, and once you’re inside Las Chicas, you’re amongst safe breakfast loving crowd. And if that doesn’t please, the charming and entertaining waiting staff will sure tick that box.

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Tastefully yours,

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