Sorry for the dodgy phone photos, I forgot both my cameras with all that being hung over, so phone photos it is.
The shop is small and cozy, with that eclectic retro op-shop-sourced feel that you pretty much demand from an inner north cafe these days. Just check out those pepper grinders: whilst they look far newer than 30 odd years, that design is straight from my mum's 70s influenced panty. And check out this cute way of storing their (pink sea) salt
I love egg cups. And so do they apparently - although suprisingly there are only two egg items on the menu, and for a breakfast/brunch/lunch establishment it was odd not to have the breakfast staple of eggs on toast with whatever individual flair on the menu. But perhaps it is intentional as their point of difference? The egg options were boiled eggs with soldiers and the smashed eggs with chili jam and jamon (apparently Spanish for proscuito, thanks urban spoon reviewer) . We decided to get two dishes and share, and luckily the waiter we ordered from advised us that the chili jam option was not vegetarian, so we had the smashed egg on turkish bread with salad.
It was nice, but really wasn't much more than a warm egg and lettuce sandwich. And I don't know if anyone can do egg and lettuce as good as my Nanna so it's not something I would probably go back for. Luckily the next dish was pretty sensational - avocado, feta and chilli on toast. In my experience a lot of places tend to go a bit overboard with the fetta in this kind of thing, or when putting feta with scrambled eggs for example, but I think Slowpoke got the balance of all their ingredients just right. This was great and is something I'd definitely go back for
Another reason to go back was the chilled atmosphere, really friendly staff, ample collection of newspapers and the like, and the fact that other diners kindly bring their adorable puppies and position them right outside the window you're seated at for your viewing pleasure
We unintentionally following this guy and his owners back to their house. It's like the universe was telling us that we should borrow him (thus far we have resisted but I'm not making any solid promises).Even though we were stuffed full from breakfast, the pasty case was too tempting and we took home that rhubarb tart in the middle for later on. It was amazing, so awesome. And how sweet are their little hand drawn labels? Their business cards are the same shabby-chic form, stamped onto the back of cereal boxes.
All in all it was a lovely Sunday morning relaxed breakfast. Checking out some other reviews I'd be interested to go back and try some of their other dishes, the rhubarb porridge in particular. Thanks for being closer than Gertrude Street and easing us out of a seedy Sunday morning Slowpoke!
