Molly's (Maroubra) 30th July 2011

In deference to Andrew's need to dine locally later due to his planned BBQ with 1000 of his students, we agreed to try a little local number from Maroubra which was recommended by, yes, one of his students. So we found ourselves on another of Sydney's gorgeous sunny saturdays by the beach and at Molly's...

This cafe will probably be remembered for the strange service and quirky accoutrements rather than the food. Which is a pity, because the food was quite good, albeit limited in range.

To give you a sense of the strange 'tude that is the 'Bra, our waiter responded to our request for further info re the blackboard menu about what was meant by 'the Perfect Breakfast', he responded with eyes diverted and in a mumbled carefree (read: careless) tone, 'Well, it's the perfect breakfast'. And we were left with that. Mmmm.

Other 'quirks' included a half bottle of water but no glasses on table; when requesting glasses only two came. Coffee arrived sometimes with a spoon other times not. When one was requested it was taken as a presumptuous intrusion. The highlight, however, were the coffee receptacles. Not only did they come in all shapes and sizes, they required different maneuverings to master ingestion. And to top it off some of them were clearly stolen property - one was clearly marked and shaped as a Max Brenner chocolate jug!

All this prompted the regular jollity and none of this put us off our quiz. We scored 13/15 and while a little annoyed we didn't get the Cassandra answer, we were not surprised to be unaware that Will Powers (yes, true!) was a motor sport champion. Who cares!


SAL: 3 golden eggs. All for the food which was pretty good. I liked the ricotta especially. No eggs for service this week.

ANDREW: 4 Golden Eggs. I have to support my local (especially if I want to come back). I've always found it wise to keep the local Bras on side.

BRAD: 3 Golden eggs max. Same reasons as Sal. First time I have audibly (to fellow brunchers, not the man himself) called the waiter a dick. Apologies for the vulgarity but, in my defence, I was provoked.

LEON: 3 Golden Eggs despite the horrific exchange rate!