Posts Tagged ‘brunswick’

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.


East Elevation

351 Lygon St

Brunswick East

phone: 9381 5575



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a minor place

QUICK, THE BABY IS ASLEEP EARLY, BLOG OH GOD THE COMPUTER WON’T TURN ON FAST ENOUGH. So, a few weeks ago now (I think; time has become a strange new construct now) I drove to Melbourne’s norf (aka Where Basically All My Friends Live) to meet my pal Steph for a day of shenanigans. We started with brunch at A Minor Place, which I always get confused with Wide Open Road, because apparently three-word restaurants are too confusing for the delicately-brained like myself.

Last time I went there it was with my friend Danni, when I was pregnant, and I fell over myself to order Henry’s White Beans (with garlic and rosemary, dukkah, rocket, and toast) but I felt that they were missing something. I wasn’t sure if it was my hormonal tastebuds so for this visit I had another try, because beans. And dukkah. All of it, really. And this time, it lived up to my hype. The toast is generous enough to mop up all the beans, and stays tough in the face of goopy beans. I feel they are one ingredient short of genius, and I’d love more dukkah (because I am greedy), but they were delicious and I would eat them again right now if I hadn’t just eaten too many corn chips uugggghhh. Also, the service was whizzbang fast, and the coffee is incredible. I am perhaps a touch jealous of my past self right now.

Steph, an avocado aficionado like myself, went for the avocado and grapefruit on toast. Reports indicated it was great, including a report by myself after I snagged a bite. In fact, since that meal, I’ve been making it for myself for lunch at home, and I think I’ve perfected it–half an avocado, chopped into chunks, a quarter to a half of a grapefruit (depending on you getting one of those frighteningly enormous ones or not), and a handful of coriander and mint. Mix in bowl. Add to toast. Exclaim about how tasty it it.

The Rocket happily threw apple on the floor and made friends with all the other babies in the place, and was totally distracting. On the upside, I learned that the beans still tasted good cold, which they were once the baby stopped fidgeting. It’s definitely a kid-friendly place–there were a fair few in there, and there’s outdoor seating if you can’t get your pram up the step at the entrance. She liked it, I liked it, we were happy, and would definitely go again if it didn’t take me some forty-five minutes to get there by car.


Afterwards, we went to La Panella (an almost exclusively vegan bakery run by the bizarro but genius-at-food Supreme Master folk: 465 High St, Preston, 9478 4443, terrible website) and bought pies and jam donuts and then went back to Steph’s place where the Rocket threw up on the floor. Good times.


A Minor Place

103 Albion St


9384 3131


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