Happy New Year, dear readers! Here we are, alarmingly, in 2013. Last year was pretty huge–baby! interstate wedding! moving house! various Teach injuries! family and friends with health problems I desperately want to conjure away!–and this year I hope will improve for everyone. This is a year I don’t have any resolutions or plans, apart from: clean skirting boards more frequently; do not kill loud new neighbour; make the baby laugh because it sounds hilarious when she does.
We spent NYE down at Dromana on the Mornington Peninsula, in a relative’s beautiful home overlooking the bay, along with our pals Liz and Rory. Luckily, they are used to babies, so a howling Rocket was no particular surprise for them, and she was actually pretty good–she stayed asleep throughout ALL the fireworks, including those happening in the house a few behind ours, and then woke up when Teach closed the sliding door of the balcony at the end. BABIES, YOU ARE WEIRD. Anyway, we also made our own pizzas, watched about twenty episodes of Archer, and ate biscuits and chocolate until we all went to bed with a stomachache. A good night, really. The next morning we all woke vaguely early and drove on down to the foreshore to source some food that didn’t come in a foil packet or a 1.25 litre bottle. We hit up Cafe Jett, the place we often go when we’re down here, thankfully open and with a few tables waiting (half an hour later it was packed out.)
I ordered the Jett Dukkah Toast: tomato and avocado on toast with dukkah and olive oil. Look, I order this particular type of item all the time but when they have it on their menu especially, instead of me insisting on it being made up, it is always much better. They have the amounts just right, and their cafe-brand dukkah and olive oil are tremendously tasty. I’d wish for more toast, but the one piece you’re served is pretty chunky so I’m just being greedy. Chris was a little disappointed in his milkshake (not vanilla-y enough, he says), but was happy with his wedges, and Liz and Rory seemed pleased with their food too. But I did forget to ask, because I am self-absorbed and mine was delish.
The menu states no alterations on a few dishes but they’re generally pretty accommodating, and they’ve always been friendly; one time I ordered falafel and one ball fell as I was served up; that single escapee was replaced with three. The cafe was won awards for access: there’s a ramp into the place, and signage saying if you need any assistance with hearing or disability, just ask. There’s high chairs, a kids’ menu, and free wifi; they even sell clothes for young and old, and you can buy the dukkah and oil and so on as well. Also, if you’ve called your kid Jett, let them know and you get to join their club. Hopefully it involves free food.
Cafe Jett
197 Point Nepean Road
Dromana
5987 1911
avocado!