Pearl Oyster Espresso

June 14, 2012 / by / 0 Comment

Pearl Oyster Espresso
114 Miller Street
Thornbury

We ate: Bada Bing: Poached eggs in spiced napoli with crispy prosciutto, feta and olives $16.00
Recommended? Not if we were the last two people on earth

There are cafes in Melbourne who go out of their way to look retro, grungy and a bit alley-cat like. Since starting this blog and covering the north, west and CBD surrounding suburbs I’ve become accustomed to this kind of ‘look’, even expecting it. So when I ate at Pearl Oyster it wasn’t anything new. The retro, eclectic décor, the bric-a-brac style tables and chairs, the waitresses dressed in costumes from The Sound of Music….it was all fairly typical.

We were greeted quickly and told there weren’t any tables, but we could take a seat at the ‘tiny table’ until one became available. Intrigued, we agreed and were led to this…

Coincidentally, when I was seven my Barbie had the same dining set. To actual size.

It took all of four minutes for a table to clear and for us to be redirected, but in that time we had received our menus and ordered our coffees. Super efficient service, yes!

The menus, like many places of a similar ilk, were random, and I was disappointed when I opened mine only to find a food menu and not an educational pictorial guide through the social history of Tasmania.

Let's look at some pictures! Oh, no...let's read a menu.

Pearl Oyster’s menu has a bit of an Asian feel to it. Sure, it offers your typical eggs and French toast options, but most things come with ginger, salmon, some with dukkah, Japanese mayo and something called Tofutti which I only know as a character name in the 80s movie Overboard. I hope that’s not what it actually is though. It also promotes a Meat Free Monday, which I thought was novel seeing as most of the dishes on the menu as it stands are vegetarian.

I opted for the Bada Bing because I wanted an excuse to say it and I like the sexual undertones it carries. I ordered it with a thrust of my hips and waited patiently while I sipped my cold latte and wondered why they would opt to make a coffee with hot water out of a tap rather than from an actual coffee machine. I’m positive this isn’t actually what they did, but the temperature reminded me of the cups of tea I used to make my mum when I was eight and used hot water out of the tap because I wasn’t allowed to use the stove top kettle. What pepped me up was the highly appropriate Syndal High School commemorative spoon which made an appearance with my partner’s cappuccino. Totally appropriate.

This place is typically retro. Each table is dressed with a mixture of real and fake flowers, which lends itself to the wonderful task of dusting and watering. The walls are dressed in an eclectic mix of art including sketches of ballerinas, pilot hats, Asian gold prints, pot plants, books and a painting of a tooth which made me feel uneasy and reminded me that I still have a cracked tooth that needs fixing. But until then I’ll continue to chew only on the left side of my mouth.

As our meals came out I noticed my knife was a bit dirty, which was a shame because I like to eat off clean cutlery. But what perplexed me the most was that my meal was served in a bowl. Have you ever eaten eggs on toast out of a bowl? It’s not pretty. Luckily I was with my partner who has promised to love me unconditionally so I immediately slammed my face into the food to gently remind him of this promise.

It was an absolute pleasure to eat the poached eggs in this dish. The toast was beautiful (that crunchy, thick cut stuff you always get at cafes but can never seem to master at home), the olives were the tastiest I’d had in ages and the feta was pretty good. It came with a good serving of prosciutto which wasn’t crispy (as it promised on the menu) but was still nice, and although the Napoli sauce was good, I don’t quite understand why it was included in the dish. It was sort of slapped on top and not incorporated into it all. Plus it made the corner of my toast soggy, and for that I shall never forgive it.

It kind of seemed like a strange pile of food to put on a plate. You know how you get to the day before payday and all you have in the house is a bunch of stuff that doesn’t really go together but you put it all on one plate and insist it’s an actual meal, then you eat each element separately and all in all it’s not a bad dinner? Yeah, well this wasn’t a ‘bad breakfast’ in that sense.

In conclusion, the food was good, but not incredible. The coffee was cold and the cutlery needed a bit of a wipe down before being sent out to the table. However, the wait staff are lovely and friendly and the menu is interesting. It didn’t seem as sharp or as dedicated as some of the cafes I’ve tried in the past, and that was a bit disappointing, but they can knock out a mean egg, and sometimes that’s all that matters.

A big 'thank you' to Synday Secondary College! Without you I wouldn't have been able to stir my coffee.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Robyn

I’m Robyn – a typical 30-something Melbournian. Most of my time is taken up being a Government office drone and an apathetic TV watcher, but occasionally I break out of the excitement of everyday life to dress my cat up in humiliating costumes, buy my niece and nephews expensive gifts in the hopes they pin me as ‘best Aunty’, wear amazing shoes that render me cripple within 60 minutes and eat foods that will no doubt bring on early cardiac arrest. Then occasionally I write about it. Find me on Twitter


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