Eggs Embolism

I found myself in Fyshwick again and not for the purpose of a car service. It was 11.30 and I realised I hadn’t eaten yet. Since having Covid my appetite has been suppressed and I often forget to eat, simply because I’m not hungry. Yes, I’ve turned into one of those people. Weirdly though, I’m not losing weight, or at least I haven’t really noticed it, if I have.

I still have thunder thighs and a bottom you could stand a bike up in.

A few months ago, I drove past a cafe that I hadn’t spotted before, so I decided I’d give it a go. Worst case scenario I’d get a Bacon Sandwich, at best, an EB. Well, I got the Best. Even better, they had three separate line items: Eggs Benedict, Eggs Florentine (mushroom), and Surf and Turf (pulled beef and prawn). After my previous experience of going completely off-piste I decided to avoid the surf and turf option and order the Eggs Benedict with bacon.

And a large latte.

The coffee arrived and it was great. They clearly have the same mug and saucer set up as another cafe, so I was really glad I steered clear of the odd combination. The Coffee was hot, creamy (I always have full fat milk), frothy, and had a potent kick.

The place had been completely empty when I walked in. The lady was standing behind the counter staring off into space and I had startled her. By the time my coffee arrived, more than a dozen people had been through, and as it arrived, half a dozen Naval uniforms stood waiting for their food and drinks. Clearly; I had arrived in a rare moment of stillness.

The decor didn’t lend itself to ear comfort. The walls were tiled with deep grey ceramics, and overlaid with plastic greenery, maybe in an attempt to dampen the noise, the floor was slate. The tables marble slabs on iron. The chairs gave some softness in the form of padded, soft pleather.

My food arrived. Briefly.

I took a look and realised that the bread wasn’t bread, rather hash browns. I wished I’d know I could ask for that. I heard someone else order hash browns, but had heard the first part of the order as I was too focused on the grey, blue, green pattern on the pants of the guy standing really close to my table with his back to me. It was nicely stretched to display the fabric at its best.

My food arrived again. This time is was actually mine and came with an apology, I thanked them and said; ‘mistakes happen’. Then I realised they really do.

Lumpy packet sauce…

The bacon was warm and salty but not overly so, mouth wateringly tasty. The bread was delicious, toasted to perfection, not hard edges. The eggs perfectly cooked with bright Deep Chrome orange yolk, that ran and mingled with the fresh spinach and toast.

But, what the hell…curdled sauce. How do you curdle packet sauce!?

You heat it up.

Yeap, rather than cold, the sauce was warm. Meaning’ for the first time in an age my EB wasn’t cold and I still find something to complain about. the vein in my head started pulsing. Was my blood also clotting?

After a few breaths the pulsing stopped.

There was so much right here. The place was clean, bright and welcoming. The service was great. The chairs comfortable. The coffee excellent. It was so close to taking out the top spot…

Would I go back. Yes. If only to see if the lumpy sauce was a freak occurrence. I really hope it was.

Location: Brew and Bun
Address: 106 Maryborough Street, Fyshwick, ACT 2609
Website: Brew and Bun

EB Price: $19