Taking Care of Breakfast

Situation on Alfred street, 60 meters from the beach, Vintage espresso is a buzzing hive of local mermaid activity. The small, shopfront, teeming with local conversation and aromas of fresh espresso sprawls out onto the bustling pavement. The outdoor seating option provides patrons with the glory

that is, fresh salt air with your eggs .Today being the day after Valentines day my heart had finished digesting it’s stingy annual chicken wing of love, while my stomach was in search of it’s daily dose of deliciousness – the standard caffeine and protein combination.

After a paddle my tongue and nose always have a high expectation of what my mouth receives, perhaps because my sinuses have been stripped of any lingering taste from the night before from the salt water. So like most mornings I was a blank canvas ready to be impressed upon by new tastes and smells. My choice of morning meal was the Smoked salmon on Rye with country style brie, baby spinach, asparagus and two poached eggs accompanied by a soy flat white.

Our coffees came in under 3 minutes and our food shortly after. At first glimpse I was impressed. The decoration was minimal, but the colors of the ingredients provided me with enough intrigue to hoe in. Unfortunately, the eggs were written off, as they were poached in a cup, in one of those machines and far too hard with strange thin trickles of melted butter on the outside. The white of the egg had a similar texture to one of those small multi-colored bouncing balls and the yolk crumbled in my mouth. Now, normally eggs are the crown jewel of my breakfast, however, this morning, breakfast lovers, i had been tricked into purchasing cubic zirconium. Strangely though, I wasn’t to fussed, they served their purpose and I was content with the rest of the meal. That being:

The mix of salmon and brie was an absolute delight, both textures complementing and contrasting each other. The full, smoky taste of the salmon was nicely clouded by the subtly of ze brie. This combo on top of a fresh layer of baby spinach, garnished with a stalk of lightly fried asparagus and speared to crunchy piece of rye was delicious… for the first half. Only a small serving of brie ensured that the mouthwatering partnership was finished. The salmon became the overpowering flavour and immediately staged a salty invasion over my taste buds. ( or maybe it was the salt air. not so glorious?).

Needless to say i finished the meal. I was full but not content in my decision.

Don’t let this stop you from popping in though. Vintage has a fantastic electric, eclectic aesthetic, that invites visions of

 both comfort and style, while maintaining simplicity in it’s single room lay out. Although the breakfast lacks the hearty, stomach brimming feeling that keeps me going through the day, i do furiously recommend the coffee. The beans are from Di Bella, the barista is from heaven. Her name is Alana and she makes a commendable flat white.

For the soy fraternity, they use Bonsoy, giving it a full, creamy texture and a nice nutty flavor.

The other meals sampled, which I have no comment on, were the Burcher Museli with fresh fruit, Scrambled eggs with Goats cheese and sourdough and Pumpkin and ricotta served with poached eggs and sourdough. ‘Ave a Geez.