The Dunes, Palm Beach 29 Sept, 2012

Eager for some coastal air and with our Interstate guest (regular) with us again, Brunch Club went to Palmy for a bit of posh nosh.

Despite the online booking system letting us down ('Oh, yes, we never check our emails".) the friendly waitress gave us the best table in the restaurant and so began a very pleasant brunch experience indeed.

Surrounded by Martha Stewart decor and with the gentle sound of breaking waves jut over the, well, .... 'dunes' of course, we began our chat with politics and theatre. Poor old Andrew struggled at times to keep the Club's focus on finalising theatre subscription choices for 2013. We were also occasionally distracted by the cliche middle-aged Nautica wearing types of the peninsula, but we were soon brought back to our core mission when the food arrived.

Big Breakfast, Eggs Benedict and the coffee were all first class. And we all enjoyed excellent service. Helpful but not invasive.

Surrounded by such beauty and with the cares of the week well behind us we reached a high with a 20/20 for the Quiz. Huzzah! [Stage Direction: Throw Good Weekend into the air]

We'll be back.

ANDY: 4 1/2 golden eggs. I fear we are all doomed to become our own Nautica-wearing types one day.

BRAD: 4 1/2  Golden Eggs. Loved it. I'm more a Ralph Lauren man but I know what you mean.

SAL: Darling, I love it. 4 1/2 from me too. Now pass me my Gucci sunglasses.

SHELLEY: Well done Sydney!

Pieno, Surry Hills

Well finally slack bum blogger arrives at blogging a cafe he can actually remember. This fine spring morning, we were at this very hip cafe with designer decor with a touch of Scandinavian. The clientele are very much the hipster market, including the gay hipster fresh out of the gym market evidenced by the menu's 'Seven egg white omlette.' We were divided on whether there were too many pecs on display or not.

This cafe had another lovely outdoor arrangement & our sunkissed morning had a hint of the summer to come. While enjoying the rays, we covered theatre & politics again ( perhaps we should write a political theatre piece?), as well as Brad's Thursday night celebration to mark the great Inklings author Charles Williams's birthday.(See pic below, though we can't really see him ever attending Pieno) He who is indeed the subject of  our brunch club member's P.H.D. Oh, there was also a bit of slightly lewd talk of the possibility of there being a brunch club baby in the future, in this case the talk was of tadpoles & eggs but for this setting referred to as egg whites.

Readers, we were perfectly quizzed again today, even though there were only 15 questions. Curiously, a note appeared above the quiz assuring us that the quiz would be reinstated to 20 questions again next week. Was that so they didn't get another protest letter from us again?

ANDREW: 3.5 egg whites. Loved it but I'm not hip enough.
BRAD:I am. 4 golden & very hip egg whites
SAL: Darling, I invented hip. 4 egg whites

Cafe Otto

Well the same slack bum blogger as last post is back to try & do justice to this nice little cafe with a particularly pleasant front outdoor area.

This cafe was a last minute choice by yours truly who had failed to remember the cafe name & instead sent one of his fellow brunchers to the other end of Glebe Point Rd. Apologies senior!!!!
WE had a bit of a spilt personality disorder experience with the weather this morning. Starting bathed in sunshine, then threatening cool clouds followed by a return to bright blaring sun in time for the return of one of our fave brunch club guest Mark (Toss ) recently returned from incredible o/s travel. We feasted on his many amazing travel stories & concluded it always pays to organise all your travel arrangements in advance just like Mark.

Talk covered the horrendous state government cuts to education, more politiking & the new Belvoir season namely the return of my beloved Jacqui M in 'cat on a hot tin roof'.

The quiz was almost as perfect as last week but sadly we faltered on only one question and that was this TV show; http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1843678/

SAL: 3.5 golden eggs. Very attentive service & pretty good tucker.
BRAD: 3.5 golden eggs. Sal & I are becoming the new David & Margaret always agreeing these days as we get on.
ANDREW: 4 stars. For the lovely outdoor setting. Felt lovely.

The Bean Cafe Balmain

Well readers it is a challenge to blog a cafe three weeks after the fact. Unfortunately, I've been a slack bum & a busy bum but hopefully the memories of this lovely little Rozelle cafe at the top of Darling St will come seamlessly flooding back to me.

Firstly, I remember I arrived 45 mins early to this cafe as I had just dropped my friend Fliss at the airport for her return to Tassie & over-estimated the Maroubra to Airport to Rozelle trip on a sat morn. It was good to experience that Sydney hasn't yet quite yet come to Bangkok proportions of traffic.

So for 30 mins by myself I admired the decor, especially the framed original movie posters on the wall for classics  such as 'To Kill a Mockingbird', 'A Streetcar named Desire' & 'Rebel without a cause' as well as classic 60s/70s concerts.


When my esteemed fellow brunchers arrived talk soon brimmed with the possibilities of the excellent new STC season (we will be

doing Belvoir & STC this year) ;http://www.sydneytheatre.com.au/what%27s-on/season-2013.aspx

Also, this morn was the day of the Sydney council elections & so talk was ripe on one of our favourite subjects (especially two of us anyway!!) Sadly for those two, Sydney decided for more of Moore.

One outrageous thing, we decided that we had finally had enough of David Marr's vicious/bitchy/ repetitively myopic writing, so I tore his article on Tony Abbott (who I incidentally don't like) from the cover of the Good Weekend magazine & used it to mimic the wiping of my bottom. Now some of you may well be a fan of his & I apologise if my wiping offends (& I fear to write this due to the very close mutual friend we have in common) but the three of us had just had enough!
The food was delicious (not that I can really remember) & we achieved a perfect quiz score in what was remaining of the Good weekend.
BRAD: 3.5 golden eggs. Relieved to be back in a classy cafe after last week's truama.
SAL: 3.5 golden eggs. Concurred, happy to be free of the organic imprisonment.
ANDREW: 4 golden eggs. Staff were very nice too helping me also to love cafes again.

Bread and Circus (Fountain St, Alexandria) 1st Sept

To all our loyal Brunch Club followers we only have one thing to say...

DON'T GO HERE!

This morning's brunch experience has to go down as one of the worst. MAybe becasue we had been led to expect so much, maybe because some of us were recovering from the Marly dancing the night before, maybe because we had a predispositon for baulking at the word 'organic' or... no, actually, it is simply because this place is no good.

Behind the initially interesting setting of an apparently bustling industrially-chic cafe decorated with eclectic ornaments (See the photo of the large teapot et straw) was a pretentiousness which shocked even well-seasoned brunchclubbers. Which is fine, provided you deliver. This, they did not. In short, this place was all 'circus' and no 'bread'.

Snap shot of a morning in brunch hell:

1. No coffee. Yep, that's right. If you want coffee you have to walk out of the cafe and go to the Campos coffee stall next door (but in the same building) and line up to order, pay then wait to collect before taking back to the cafe. By which time you have been separated form the rest of your firends and missed the first installment of the morning's gossip. Even more bizarrely, when asked by Campos if 'having in or takeaway' one replies 'having in at the cafe' you are snubbed and only given it in a paper cup.

2. No water. Ok so this is not the only cafe that doesn't serve you water but this time you have to find the organically purified liquid infuser contraption, read the attached instruction sheet, attempt to operate the on/off button and self-cleaning device, only to be told then that the machine was down and there was a leak so sorry, no water. 'That's ok, I'll just have any tap water' 'Sorry, we don't do that' was the reply. But wait it gets worse...

3. Menu indecipherable. (see attached photo) Oh, and as I predicted, the obligatory "quinoa" was there right next to coconut non-dairy infused "organic" (of course) yoghurt.

4. Food inedible. Ok, I might be exaggerating here. Some of us quite liked their "organic" "not quite scrambled" (they looked scrambled to us!) eggs but my bircher muesli was disgusting. It was non-dairy and, we discovered later, had cardamon added but was bitter and awful. I shared it with fellow brunchers and they agreed. But as if that wasn't enough...

5. Poor service. An unsettling mix of 'tude' and 'try-hard'. You were left to fend for yourself and work out the system by trial and error. Again, it seemed that this chaos is designed to separate the locals from the visitors. Well, the locals can have it. To top it off though toward the end a waitress (if that's the right word) came over to me to offer another breakfast because 'I have heard you didn't like the bircher'. Well, apart from indicating that one of her staff had been eves-dropping in on our private conversation, it smacked of desperation and a sense that they knew we had, in fact, discovered that the emperor, like that of the original 'Bread and Circus' fame, has no clothes! And, whiel we resisted the temptation to point and laugh at said emperor we left quickly only to let you, our loyal followers, know the bad news.

RATINGS:

SAL:  2 1/2, and one of those was for the cute waiter.

ANDREW: 1. The worst cafe ever inspires perhaps the best blog entry ever!!Don't you agree readers? GO BRAD!!!!!!!!!!

BRAD: -1. Congratulations 'Bread and Circus' you are the first to achieve a negative egg on the brunch club scale. And let me assure you that this egg aint 'organic'!!!

QUIZ: 17/20. respectable but we'll try harder next time to build back to the 20.

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