The white plate was the size of an average steering wheel and the pancakes rose about five inches above its surface. But you couldn't see them at all. They were covered in blueberries. Completely.
The blueberries cascaded down the sides of the pancakes. Way up there on top was a huge dollop of maple butter, slowly melting into the sweet blue-black syrup.
Maple butter is one of the best things you will ever taste. Especially at nine-thirty on a sunny Saturday morning with nothing else to do for the rest of the day except enjoy the unseasonal warmth, maybe lay in the backyard on the banana lounge and read a book. Or not. 30 degrees yesterday and 32 today. We are having the summer we didn't have in December, January and February in April. If that makes sense.
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So we went down to Brunswick Street, sat outside Nova Cafe and had breakfast in the sun. Goldie sat under the table, emerging every time another dog walked past. There were plenty. A Kelpie, a pair of Maltese Terriers, a Staffordshire.
First a coffee. The waiter brought out a large bottle of chilled water and two chilled glasses - on the house. That's quality.
Then the pancakes.
Passing by, people's eyes almost popped out of their heads when they saw the size of the pancakes.
Others were having the Nova Big Breakfast, an enormous plateful of everything you could think of including eggs any way you want, hash browns, tomatoes, mushrooms, spinach, a lamb cutlet and a chorizo sausage. Did I mention the slice of sourdough bread you could use as a doorstop?
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I used to go out for breakfast all the time in more hedonistic days. Couple of lattes, maybe a croissant filled with ham and cheese, maybe a toasted sandwich, read of the paper. Beautiful. Usually University Cafe or Ti Amo in Lygon Street, sometimes the Food Store in Rathdowne Street, sometimes Pellegrinis in town.
Then we moved further away and the breakfasting out days were fewer.
Saved a lot of money though!
The blueberries cascaded down the sides of the pancakes. Way up there on top was a huge dollop of maple butter, slowly melting into the sweet blue-black syrup.
Maple butter is one of the best things you will ever taste. Especially at nine-thirty on a sunny Saturday morning with nothing else to do for the rest of the day except enjoy the unseasonal warmth, maybe lay in the backyard on the banana lounge and read a book. Or not. 30 degrees yesterday and 32 today. We are having the summer we didn't have in December, January and February in April. If that makes sense.
*
So we went down to Brunswick Street, sat outside Nova Cafe and had breakfast in the sun. Goldie sat under the table, emerging every time another dog walked past. There were plenty. A Kelpie, a pair of Maltese Terriers, a Staffordshire.
First a coffee. The waiter brought out a large bottle of chilled water and two chilled glasses - on the house. That's quality.
Then the pancakes.
Passing by, people's eyes almost popped out of their heads when they saw the size of the pancakes.
Others were having the Nova Big Breakfast, an enormous plateful of everything you could think of including eggs any way you want, hash browns, tomatoes, mushrooms, spinach, a lamb cutlet and a chorizo sausage. Did I mention the slice of sourdough bread you could use as a doorstop?
*
I used to go out for breakfast all the time in more hedonistic days. Couple of lattes, maybe a croissant filled with ham and cheese, maybe a toasted sandwich, read of the paper. Beautiful. Usually University Cafe or Ti Amo in Lygon Street, sometimes the Food Store in Rathdowne Street, sometimes Pellegrinis in town.
Then we moved further away and the breakfasting out days were fewer.
Saved a lot of money though!
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