O and I owe a lot to Signor Valvasori and his lovely lady, La Clarkebrese.
We owe them an introduction to a great board game, as they introduced us to the ultimate “test your relationship” board game, Risk. They introduced us to Manchester Lane, a great hideaway to enjoy a good meal and some even better jazz. But most of all, we owe them a huge debt of gratitude for rescuing us from wasting a meal at a certain Chapel Street bakery that shall remain nameless and introducing us to breakfast heaven.
O and I found ourselves hungry on Chapel Street, which, judging from the fashionistas who strut their stuff up and down South Yarra’s temple, it is not unusual to be hungry on Chapel Street. With a few notable exceptions, such as the Prahran Markets, Caffe e Cucina, Patersons Bakery, and the sausage rolls from Williamson’s Pies and Cakes, there’s precious little good food in this neck of the woods.
So we were just about to order an entirely unsatisfying breakfast at the chi-chi bakery that shall remain nameless when we received a text message from Signor Valvasori that proved to be our culinary salvation.
They were just up the road at Spoonful on High Street, a simply decorated cafe that nailed the style demon right in the eye on that fine line between casual French chic and twee nanna-gets-her-groove-back cliche.
I was immediately impressed by the menu and was torn between Breakfast in Paris (baguette, butter, jam and a bowl of coffee), and scrambled herbed eggs with asparagus and toast from La Madre bakery. I am one of those freakish people who seem to get through life just fine without a rush of caffeine coursing through my veins every morning, so I went with the eggs and a hot chocolate. I wasn’t in the mood for a glass of hot milk laced with cocoa that you get from so many cafes, so I asked if they did “proper” hot chocolate. The waitress seemed quite miffed with my question and copped a little bit of attitude after that, which made me feel as though I was having Breakfast in Paris after all. Fortunately the mood passed pretty quickly.
My eggs were outstanding – herby, soft but firm, with crisp toast dripping with fresh butter – and I would definitely put up with the risk of a surly waitress once or twice to get another taste of them. It was the best brekkie I’ve had for ages and I’m definitely looking forward to my next spoonful.
And a big GRAZIE to Signor Valvasori and La Clarkabrese!