Jetlag sucks. And not just for the person suffering from it. J had just got back from a work trip to California and due to jetlag was awake at the delightful time of 4am. He sensibly chose not to wake me up until a little after 7am, when he came into the bedroom and announced he was going to the Prahran market and did I want to come?
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm….. not really. I like (and need) my Saturday morning sleep-in.
But being a good wife I eventually pulled myself out of bed, stumbled into some clothes and out the door.
Since we have moved to the ‘burbs it takes a good 30-45 minutes to get to Prahran market and this was only my second visit in almost 18 months (J has been another two times without me). I always appreciate it though as the quality of the produce is soooooooooooooooooooo much better than the supermarket and I always want to buy every fruit, vegetable and piece of meat I can, and don’t get me started on the deli section…
Anyway, going to the market does have another benefit apart from great food, it puts us in the vicinity of Hobba.
We enjoyed breakfast at Hobba on our last trip to the market, and it didn’t take much convincing to get me to go there again.
As it was early we easily got a table, again selecting a booth seat.
J ordered a long black and was asked if he wanted to try that day’s special, an Ethiopian blend. He said yes, while I ordered a hot chocolate.
J really liked his coffee and insisted I taste it. Eeek, too bitter for me!
But J ordered the same again when asked if he wanted another one.
My hot chocolate was also really good.
For food I had the smashed avocado and Yarra Valley fetta, toasted grain sourdough, slow poached egg.
The avocado and fetta was smooth, creamy and perfectly seasoned. It was rich but not to the point of being overly so. I like the way Hobba cooks their eggs and happily released the yolk and mashed everything up together on the toast.
J had the poached egg, polenta, black pudding, smoked kaiser, tomato kasundi, breakfast radish.
He also loved his breakfast, and said the flavour of the black pudding was mild.
We were both very happy with our breakfast at Hobba, maybe jetlag is a good thing?