What’s wrong with the umbrella?
Prior to my stint in hospital where they took out my manky old hip and put in a new, non-crumbly one made from surgical steel and ceramic. Ravi took me out for what might have been my last eggs benedict. Luckily for me, it wasn’t. Possibly unluckily for you because now I’ve got to keep trying to find new ways to say ‘pert eggs’.
It was a lovely sunny day so we opted for an outside seat under a broad umbrella, to prevent any chance of burning, in yet another Canberra suburb centre with a name that’s pronounced in a way that’s complete unintuitive and has zero residential dwelling associated with it. In fact, if you put in the street address of this place in your GPS (Siri in my case) it likely Siri will throw a tanty when you say, ‘for f*^ks sake Siri, it’s in mar-ni-ca, not man-nu-ka!’
“That’s not very nice Frances.”
‘Siri, directions to 4 Palmerston Lane, Griffith, please’
“No problem!”
Incidentally, there’s also a Griffith Shops that are a couple of kilometres to the South East.
Labeled as just BENEDICT on the menu it comes with option of bacon, ham or mixed mushrooms. All at the same price. I decided to gamble on unknown quantity of milk bread and mushrooms. After all, in just a few days I’d be going under anesthetic and putting my life in the hands of an unknown anesthetist and my orthopedic surgeon. Why add to the risk by having cured meats.
I also ordered a large latte while Ravi had a more modest regular cappuccino. as coffee goes it was pretty average. Nothing offensive about it, and nothing spectacular. Most importantly, it was hot, but not so hot you couldn’t drink it.
The food arrived and one looked colourful, appetising and pretty. Ravi’s pancakes with fresh fruits was delightful to look at and served in a low sided plate. Mine was the epitome of ‘brown food’ and the slab of bread gave me an instant sensation of being full. It was also served in a mid-sided bowl.
A few purple rocket leaves adorned the top, the packet sauce had a sprinkling of paprika, apparently the spice that many use to add a little something. Under the sauce was the eggs, nicely cooked with runny yolks, watery, spinach, then the medley of mushroom. White button, porcini, enoki, and oyster, not a bad mixture. Sadly the overly creamy, cool sauce and one inch (2cm) thick, eggy, deep fried, milk bread completely dominated the flavours. Overall, it tasted a bit bland.
I ended up scraping the toppings off the bread and only eating half of it.
Mid way through our meal, and without any warning, our umbrella was taken away. The young waiter had clearly been told to put them away by someone, as all the umbrellas where whipped away from their shielded patrons. I observed the other customers and they appeared to be as shocked as Ravi and I. There was no explanation or apology and it felt very much like a ‘OK, you’re done, we want to close’. It was barely past 1pm.
It had that required effect. Ravi and I hustled to finish.
Overall, I wouldn’t return to this place. While the food looked pretty, it was bland, and it was unpleasant being told non-verbally to get out. Maybe that why it was half empty?
Location: Typica
Address: 4 Palmerston Lane, Griffith (Manuka) ACT
Website: https://typica-manuka.square.site/
EB Price: $24
