Having breakfast with other people is nice, and it’s even nicer when you sit on wrought iron chairs next to a breezy park and talk about all of the best things about life. And then you bitch like old women until the waiter asks you to please leave because you’ve been there for two days and your children are wondering where you are. Such was the case when Bern Morley and I invaded Foodrinkery.
Foodrinkery has changed hands since we went there, which is not as much about how long ago it was as how quickly the sale happened. One day it was owned by some guys, and then the next day it was owned by some other guys! Actually, I suppose that’s how all sales happen. But it was speedy. And I haven’t been back there since it was sold, but let’s give it the benefit of the doubt and assume it’s as good if not better than it was the day I went there.
“Foodrinkery shows its customers what great things a small place can do.”
This sweet little place is at the far end of a set of suburban strip shops, the likes of which I’ve spoken about previously. You know, there’s probably a hairdresser, and there’s probably a bottle shop that’s been boarded up, and there’s probably a Vietnamese/French bakery, and there’s almost certainly an accountant who’s had his office there since the late 70s. The corner shop here is a treat though – there’s one of those mid-suburbia parks that suburbs like Burwood can afford to keep, with slides and see-saws and swings and other things that begin with S. We were there on a lovely autumn morning, with breeze like giants farting and sunshine that did get in our eyes a little (well, mine, because I am good friend and I let Bern have her back to it) but was ultimately very pleasant.
Being a little place, the menu is on the limited side but still excellent. I chose to have smashed avocado, as I mostly do, and was just so delighted to see a measly NINE DOLLARS next to it! Nine dollars! For comparison, I had a not brilliant smashed avocado with poached eggs this week, and it was twenty dollars. So nine dollars is a real treat.
Of course, when food is that cheap you run a real risk that it will taste like an old shoe and you’ll find yourself in a Malaysian prison without pants on. Or at least, that is my experience. But not at Foodrinkery! The food here was well cooked, the servings were generous and the flavours were flavoursome. My egg may have been very slightly overcooked, but the colour of it more than made up for that.
Foodrinkery shows its customers what great things a small place can do. It may not have the most beautiful fitout or the most extensive menu or the hugest lines to get in, but it does what it does with a lot of heart and some very nice foodrinks indeed.