Welcome to part 4 of the breakfast round up posts! This time we revisit some local breakfast haunts and make a quick trip into the city.
Breakfast round up part three sticks to the Eastern suburbs, and I try to mix things up with some different dishes.
This posts is a wrap up of breakfasts I have enjoyed in the last few months.
Housed in what used to be the Ringwood fire station on Maroondah Highway, the Firehouse has been on the list of must tries for a while now.
Fenix is Gary Mehigan’s (of Masterchef fame) restaurant on the banks of the Yarra in Richmond.
I set myself a goal when we were in Hong Kong; I was to have something different for breakfast every day.
Salveté is one of many cafes in Hobart’s Salamanca area, being placed in the square behind all the lovely sandstone buildings. J and I had breakfast there on our second morning in Hobart.
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?
After barely seeing J throughout July and August, I decided we needed a weekend away. I had originally thought we would just head into the city for a couple of nights, but J thought some sun would be good, so we decided to jump on a plane and head to Darwin, a city neither of us had been to before.
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