During the last school holidays, which happened over the Great Blog Wasteland, I packed myself up and shipped myself over to Brunswick to have my quarterly Meal Without Child or Teach, and, on usual cohort S‘s suggestion, we ended up at East Elevation. Seeing as about half of the cafe’s population were there with their children, I have no hesitation in saying that this is a kid-friendly place to eat, and that I would haul mine over regularly was it not located on basically the other side of the globe. (I have a very sketchy notion of geography.)
East Elevation is really just beautiful inside; all metal and timber and exposed brick, and, of course, the giant chocolate making machinery exposed on the side that they use to make their in-house confectionery. It felt luxurious and dreamy, while still having wide open spaces and a chirpy cafe atmosphere and at least two high chairs. (Perhaps the feeling of luxury was because I got to drink my coffee without my drinking partner stealing my spoon and then pouring milk on her pants, but then S was having a good day that day.)
But the food–guys, the food. Not only the presentation, but those flavours. Unsurprisingly, I ordered avocado and mushrooms on toast, which they have as an actual option and not something I had to build out of spare menu parts. And gosh, when they do it specially, it really shows. This was by far the most sublime incarnation of the dish I have ever had. Perfectly ripe avocado. Gloriously flavoured mushrooms. Some kind of sprout thing. Spinach. Thick, glorious bread. Oh my, I was in heaven the entire time. As I recall it right now my lounge room is going kind of hazy like in movies when someone remembers an important moment in the past.
(There was some dispute on Twitter afterwards about the bread–it got a tiny bit soggy by the end, but for the first time I didn’t care, as the thickness meant it still had enough structure to contain all food. Then, it turns out some people LIKE soggy bread. I was suitably appalled. What do you like, Dear Reader? PS I will judge you roundly and loudly and report you for spam. I mean, cough, all opinions are welcome here.)
While sixteen dollars isn’t exactly cheap, this was absolutely worth the expense. The coffee was good, I recall, though I insisted the cups were smaller than usual and S maintained that, in fact, I had just drunk my coffee too fast and should perhaps not throw around such ridiculous accusations. Anyway, I had a second and that cup seemed normal. SHUT UP.
There is also a dedicated kids menu on offer with fancy things like croque garçon and oeufs coque, and you should probably get to teaching your kid how to order things in French because you will not want to share.
While I have since completely forgotten, Where’s The Beef report excellent entry conditions and a disabled toilet, and also took better pictures.
351 Lygon St
phone: 9381 5575