I’ve spread myself around, breakfast-wise, in the ol’ Port Melbourne so I’m at a point where I can probably list a few local places in a compare/contrast manner … discuss, summarise and devise a ranking.
First to look briefly at the most recent visits, in no particular order:
Nifty place, very cute, relaxed interior with a flying pig hanging from the ceiling, which is always nice. The coffee is very good indeed, and the adventure-seekers get the cold-drip offerings and so forth. The cafe often has large numbers of customers who act like regulars, so clearly there is a following.
Obligingly, Balderdash publishes its menu HERE.
I tried the corn, zucchini and feta fritters with the avocado and goats cheese (nom), nice and runny poached egg, bacon and tomato relish. I found the dish excellent with the small reservation about the relish which I steered around because it was too sweet for me.
Mr Blackburn J chose the omelette and rated it as excellent. Omelettes aren’t entirely fashionable at the moment, but with fillings of bacon, chorizo, spring onions, pesto, tasty and feta cheese, I expect a renaissance. Nom!
Service was a bit slow and haphazard. We were planted at a table and menued up with a promise that the waitress would be back to take orders. I think she forgot. The guy we eventually signalled seemed to be having a slightly bad day. Entertainingly he was sorting cutlery later on in full fury, crashing mode – sort of hurling metal at the cutlery trays which was set off nicely by the acoustics from wood furniture and polished concrete floors. I figure it was a temporary mood issue, because he appeared to stabilise in time. He forgot my second coffee order, but once reminded was apologetic and didn’t charge (for the second coffee, that is. We were charged for everything else).
I’ll be back. Balderdash has a lovely menu and very good coffee. On a good weather day, there is outside seating (though quite noisy, being on the corner of Bay Street and Bridge Road) and worth a visit any old time, though possibly not when pressed for time.
My Sister Says
No website to sus the menu. My Sister Says gets a fair amount of blogger notice for its super small and cute layout. It is a wee little place which would be a good size for a master bedroom so long as it also has a walk-in robe somewhere. I acknowledge the cute, but found the intimacy awkward. There is one communal table, and sitting on the far side of it puts you in the serving area. I ordered simple-like and had a New York bagel with avo and goat cheese. You could probably say I deserved what I got, but I was a bit surprised by just how simple it turned out to be – in that the mush was not seasoned and without the cheese mixed through. Butter might be good here too, otherwise the dry bagel didn’t really marry with the other properties. Mind you, I did get this unexpected lemon slice. Goodski.
There are regular-types who dash in for a take away coffee. I won’t join them. I have had coffee twice here – the first a takeaway that I had to throw out because I really disliked it. Warm milk with a sinister background. My second attempt sit down coffee wasn’t much better (I wanted to see if the first coffee was an anomaly), and the Barista seemed new to the job so the micro foam wasn’t really happening. Probably not for me, this cafe, but it does display a really attractive sweet selection for those who are that way inclined.
Great! For some reason this surprised me and I don’t even know why. A lovely, crisp but cosy interior with enough space for comfort. And some bicycles hanging from a wall which is essential in a cafe to have at least one unnecessary decorative touch. The coffee is excellent and up to the Melbourne, great coffee standard. For those that like to explore in advance (me) all is published by the cafe HERE.
This is above is my Port Melbourne recommendation for the cripplingly-hung-over: the brekkie roll with really good, smokey bacon, a fried egg with a runny yolk that drips all over the place, tomato relish and tasty cheese – all grippable and chompable in a soft roll. I added to the restorative work by sculling a freshly squeezed orange and ginger juice, which comes in the now expected jar instead of glass with a paper straw. I don’t know what the next trend for receptacles will be – watering cans possibly.
Seven:am is a friendly, sleek establishment that seems to be clear about what it is doing and how to do it well. I like it – v much.
I think I have worked out why I approached this cafe with reservations. It’s the slightly cutesy menu writing style. For some reason putting dumb phrases like “the yee old faithful” in front of brekkie roll makes me a bit embarrassed. Also, does Yee normally get spelled with two ‘e’s?
Pizza restaurant by night, cafe by day and opens good and early for breakfast. I have a feeling the business is owned or part owned by my new neighbor, Bomber Thompson. Certainly, the Facebook page appears to regularly offer discounts for Essendon club members.
For breakfast I thought it was pretty damn good and the interior is more spacious and attractive then you would expect. The waitresses were real Italians or decent fakes. The coffee was fine, but not my all-time favourite blend.
The food was very good, with one tiny reservation (and it’s a surprising one). This is my brekkie bruschetta, with poached eggs on smashed avo and feta on ciabatta with tomatoes and drizzled with a lovely pesto oil. Pretty decent – the pesto drizzle takes the whole nirvana beyond the mundane, and I could eat this most days. The reservation: the tomatoes. Fine and dandy, but tasted slightly of fish. Call me mad, but I’m sure at some stage of preparation these guys came into contact with a fish of some description. Maybe on a chopping board otherwise generally used to prep the seafood pizza, or on a less than sparkling grill plate or similar. Such a discovery is not deadly, but is somewhat disconcerting. I need to eat there again to decide whether the issue is more than a one off.
Fishy tomatoes aside, a decent place for breakfast. Menu can be found HERE.
Okay – I’m lining up these brunches alongside two previous Port Melbourne discoveries which were:
Third Wave Cafe – which I wrote about HERE
Station Street Trading Co – which I wrote about HERE
Ladies and others … The FIRST CAFE of Port Melbourne goes to The Station Street Trading Co for the bacon on a stick, the Woodfrog Bakery loaves, the multiple dog customers and the general loveliness
Followed closely, SECOND goes to the Third Wave Cafe for the massive menu and the sensational muffin burger
THIRD is Seven:am for the hangover treating capacity
Balderdash slips in FORTH, with Bay 101 following just behind in FIFTH with its mystery fish tomatoes
SIXTH is the tiny tiny My Sista Says
So I’m pretty much full now on the basis of Port Melbourne alone, but plan to recover some time to try a dinner at Dalmatino, of which I have heard many good things.