I was in Simon Johnson’s off Brunswick St, talking to the very educated staff about the breakfast possibilities that have popped up since I was last in Melbourne when Fitzrovia was mentioned. As you can see, it agreed with us. Breakfast. Lunch. Breakfast again.
I did, however, meet a friend there who was surprised that I was taken with it. She only had the toast, being already wary from a past experience and was most unhappy with it, to the extent that she discussed it with the staff and left without being charged for it. I have to agree. The toast was bad. Not only was the bread poor quality, but they did something with it that a lot of places do in Australia, unfortunately – it was toasted to the point of arid desert dryness. Good toast has some denseness and chewiness in the middle, it is absolutely not crunchy like a crispbread. You should be able to cut it with a knife. It is true that bread is an important part of breakfast, so this may be unforgiveable. But there are lots of places that do almost everything impeccably, and a thing or two so very badly it beggars belief. See my post on tea for more on this. At the time I was willing to overlook the toast situation, but I’m not sure now. I’m reassessing just how much of a toast fussbudget I’m willing to be.