It’s one thing to read about this cafe in the The Age during the week and then get up on Saturday morning and trek three suburbs and find this unique cafe in the side streets of Armadale. But as I walked from the train station and through the leafy streets, the sun was shining, the birds were singing and I couldn’t wait to try the French toast tortillas that I read about in the newspaper.
When my breakfast arrived, it was hard to make sense of the dish. The best way to describe it was something akin to Eton mess, but with structure. There was a piece of deep fried tortilla/pancake/crepes with cinnamon and sugar, segmented orange, hazlenuts, crunchy granola, Bircher museli and two pancakes with rhubarb and strawberries and the ensemble was simply delicious. The crunch of the granola, the sweetness of the strawberry filling and the silky smooth texture of the Bircher museli was sensational. Truly a beautiful breakfast!
The only thing that irritated me was the needless dusting of icing sugar on the rim of the plate. It doesn’t complement the dish and leaves a mess on the table and the clothes of the diner.