I went to Brisbane last weekend to visit my little sister and to see the Masterpieces from the Prado Museum exhibition. I was excited to explore a new city and new breakfast opportunities, so I scoured Urbanspoon during the week to make a list of places to visit. When my sister mentioned that a new cafe had opened up not far from her home and that it was doing a roaring trade, I knew that it was inevitable that I was having breakfast there on Saturday morning.
The moment I saw that there was French toast on the menu, it was a done deal. For a little corner cafe, I was pleasantly surprised by the beautiful presentation and the colour. I’m not usually a fan of rhubarb, but the bite-sized portions were perfectly cooked without a hint of a tart or too-sweet aftertaste. The brioche was thick and the honey syrup used in the dish soaked through the bread, making it moist and almost too easy to eat. There was a perfect balance of fruit and nuts and I only wish that there was a tiny little bit more labne to last more than one mouthful.
With the sun on my back, a skinny Latte under my belt and my French toast disappearing by the second, I was loving every minute of it!