The Corner Store Cafe – 8.6
Breakfast: 7.00am – 11.00am
The vivid purple flowers that once tantalised passersby on the branches of mighty jacarandas now hazardously line footpaths across Brisbane, a mashed up mess that sickeningly squelches under foot. Cheap bars have become baron, patronless wastelands. The underground dexamphetamine market spikes. If you haven’t already guessed, these facts illustrate that it’s exam bloc, so rather than sink into Class 1 attention deficit medication or get unjustifiably angry at dropped foliage, join TCB in a brain stimulating study start in the form of a breakfast at one of the Western suburbs sporadic treats, the Corner Store Cafe.
TCB head into this very popular establishment on a Friday morning, famed for its attractive/vapid wait staff, and amongst its varied crowed of young mothers and hip twenty somthings, squeeze into a table in the well fanned outdoor area of the converted house. The sterile white tiles that completely line one wall are slightly off-putting, giving off somewhat of a don’t-drop-the-soap communal shower vibe. That said, on a warm sunny day, the shaded, breezy dining space is quite pleasant.
The menu is brief, but has some appealing options such as the field mushrooms with haloumi, and the Belgium waffles with berry compote. TCB go with the potato cake with poached eggs and grilled speck, and the fruit salad with passionfruit sorbet (despite what these orders may lead you to believe, the TCB party of two is made up of two men today).
A well prepared double flat arrives in very good time, and in even better time, the two breakfast dishes arrive, proving that the fleet of trendy young waitresses is backed up well by an efficient kitchen.
The fruit salad is presented beautifully, with an assortment of stone fruits, apple and pear, dollops of yogurt, and a large scoop of sorbet, with the entire dish drizzled with honey. If not for the complete femininity in ordering a fruit salad, it would strike order envy for most.
The potato cake is a soft, stout rectangle of herbed starchy goodness, topped with two perfectly poached eggs, splotches of spicy tomato relish, and the delicious fried speck, which is basically very thick bacon, with the crispy, oily, fatty rind left on: terrible for the waist, a sensation for the taste (buds).
In quick time, TCB are delivered delicious breakfast and tasty coffee, but as 9.30am hits, the ratio of normal human beings to screaming children/incompetent mothers tips in the wrong direction, signalling the need for a hasty exit. Unfortunately, the exit is to 1000 pages of Nygh’s Conflict of laws in Australia, so the day only goes downhill from here.
Coffee: 8.5 Menu: 8.0 Food: 9.0 Service: 9.5 Ambience: 8.0
Review by AMac
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